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If you talkin then a nigga get hit his dome hit, and I don't need guns, I got both fists, wit an arctic flow, cuz I'm the coldest hold up, I'm from the valley where the goons lay, where my niggas stay true like 2chainz, you said who lame? Quit lyin, call a nigga aslan, I'm at the top of the food chain, im a wild boi, no machine gun but I'm bad, all the niggas say my team killing shit, and the rockstars say I'm rad, but wait, look closer, my mouth foam up, be level headed and stay humble they told us, now they mad cuz they plug dnt work, and my niggas got the power so you no longer control us,
scoot got me over here on this bone shit, Over 2 decades on some grown shit, I'm McKee Made, we on our own shit, cerebelleums get servered, and these niggas take pleasure in statistics written bout the crime rate, and if the paper ain't right and you walking late night then they might run up cuz they irrate, but tell me why hate, college kid wit a port nigga mind state, I only act buck wild if I have to, can't sign me you ain't got enough cap room, free my lil bro Debo, life span shorter than a fishes like nemo, brown like nino, now let the streets know, wonder HitZ team bout to blow like a C4!
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