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    What you skippin' steps for?
    I thought you poppin' collars bout them dollars like you creflo
    You can fall off if you step wrong
    Either move over or get stepped on

    Shit
    Catch me at pappadeaux cracking crab and peeling shrimp
    Nigga, wait your turn, fly a plane or catch a blimp
    Sideways sitting, bubble I blade chipping
    Off the corners that I bend
    On some 20-20 twins, watch your mouth
    We don't play with children 'round these parts
    Even titans kill gods, you ain't eating then you starve
    I ain't fucking with no sobs, dem broads and petty frauds
    It's hard talking bars, good lord won't get you far

    These days and times I raise the ways of rhymes
    Nigga, fuck that bullshit you could cut cocaine with mine
    Pyrex flow, my exo-skeleton heaven sent
    Heavy as cement sediments walked only by elephants
    Ever since I was 7 pounds it was evident
    That a legend I was meant to be and everything else is irrelevant
    Selfishly, king remember in time I coined that phrase
    You could never be the same because you ain't got no change
    Baby steps, nigga

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    Done dap writer, tight rope walker
    Big top 10 giant, I hope you all watchin'
    I'm awesome, attention undivided
    Defeat my competition landslide style, fuck an undecided
    I got it, I'm on it, you driving, I'm focused
    I push on my opponents cause fronting I don't condone it
    Bitch, you better get a grip, better yet get a gip
    Life is short, the good die, mostly over bullshit
    And that bullshit costs

    You working for a worker, walking 'round holling ''boss''
    Talking 'bout you're blood, but your lights cutting out
    Tough luck cause, hope you gotta plan b [?]
    Ya'll boys got the game lopsided, you don't walk polished
    Parachuting off your palm pilot
    Is you seeking or reaching? Either way better stretch for it
    Upside down, look what I rep ho

    Right
    Do anything for breakfast from pan pans
    Up early thinking about a grand scam
    Grand scheme, damn fiends
    Beating down the door, got it jumping like a trampoline
    They spread the word like a [?], fuck everybody but the plush
    Ain't my fault you into mud, kid
    Probably damage more hearts than love did
    Kick rap flow driven in pole

    Snow beaches in the spring, [?] minks when it's cold
    With the God I don't shine 'em cause I never stop grindin'
    They remind me I'm that nigga, but I already know
    Pull up a [?] to go
    On deck, man these niggas never saw paper
    Fam, I'm still spending small phases
    Gold bracelets, rolexe's, no small faces
    Kushed God bitch

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