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    Y'all got the testers, man?
    Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock and you fiendin' on the, get the fuck outta here
    Damn
    Yo, why you act like that, yo?
    What, for these junkie motherfuckers?
    So you just gon' take his money all day and treat him like a dog?
    How I'm supposed to treat him?
    I don't know
    But you ain't gotta punk him like that
    He punked himself, he a goddamn drug addict
    And you a goddamn drug dealer

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    Uh, no contract from rap
    I'm still bustin' moves, wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap
    Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat
    But the shit I spat circulate the map, generatin' racks
    While you niggas strugglin', wishin' to make a stack
    Tryna imitate the latest major act
    I razorblade your face
    Leave it hangin', the ER gon' have to staple back
    Knock a rapper head clean off with his chain attached
    Same exact plug I been dealin' with for a minute
    Always keep it A1, so I be re-in' up consistent
    I crystalize my rhymes so you can sniff it
    Design it to electrify your mind when the drip hit
    Been fully equipped with laser beams on the biscuit
    Fry you niggas over the chicken with the quickness
    We blow loud trees and piss Cris'
    The dope you sellin' barely a six
    Catch a seizure off a whiff of my shit
    I need forty acres to live and a Maserati
    And expand from sellin' grams in my building lobby
    Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
    Inspired by Big Meech and said fuck Gotti
    Brave heart, wise mind, you got a frail spirit
    Peace to bitches bringin' scalpels on a jail visit
    Deep in some shit I can't speak about
    You line-sniffin' niggas pennin' pages that's garbage thinkin' it's heat, I'm 'bout
    To throw hooks at your nose till the coke leakin' out
    Rolled the dough, I took the scenic route
    It's mandatory that I get the cash first, fuck seekin' clout
    Shit on so many rap niggas, I ain't keepin' count
    Rock the custom suede Wallys and the fleece is Ralph
    223s'll knock the wave off your scalp
    Got smoke for all you niggas like I brought hookah
    I go in the booth and spew puke up
    I'm Krueger to you and your producer
    Black frames with the gold Medusa
    Made dough off the flow, but most the cash came from the users
    All you niggas is little, I clap you motherfuckers like a school shooter
    Reap bigger benefits, you make smarter moves
    Hungry snakes want your plate, better guard your food
    My mind shine like sparkling jewels
    That's why none of these rappers can fuck with me, don't get that part confused
    Motherfucker
    It's Rome Streetz

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    Composición: Messiah Musik

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