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Yo, it's the L to the O to the R to the D A day of the finer rapper that's harder than me I'm the shit, and I spit like god on the beat You's a bitch and a pig like the lard that you eat I stay current, sometimes I flow with the cold current Then I swiftly change, god ... give the language My anguish is felt by your language and self to get hard Now you hang from a belt Strange food fucking cowards remain...you I got a straight, and y'all in the same suit You wanna hate, cause your girl plays the skin through But I'm just a maestro, she gave my dick lipo When you read I was the best that was not a typo Actual fact, I'm giving niggas actual smack I'm getting money, these actual racks See me in the mall, spending up what's in my wallet So many bags, confession of a shopaholic I got a pig named Brollic, and he's just that Personal protection trained, you can trust back He will bite your ass, I will fight your ass Down to a gasoline and ignite your ass Combustible fluid, they love how they can trust in my music Incinerate these little fucks ... I'll never loose it See on times to put me out the pasture Only met with laughter, you fucking bastards Anything I started... to make me finish it And now it's something good for me like baby spinach Making god's energy, you see a loss and it makes you a Jehova's witness Beg for forgiveness, Son of man means I am the man of the sun Gun in hand means I have my hand on my gun So don't try to run, you'll only die tired Any way you move that will be a lot of fire I can show... that you all fucking liars Tell me that I'm smooth, only preaching to the choir I'm reaching higher, I'm on the next degree I'm better mentally, spiritually and sexually A certain standard that you've come to expect from me No associates, I approach and collect... Shout out to ... shout out to ... Just like a reaper, I travel through the ether Until the next dimension, always the best intention You in the presence of god and I forgot to mention. |