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Juicebox, tank top, tube socks, do stopForehead shiny like a new GlockTwo shots fired at the Excursion we were swervin inAll purpose verses with a passion for servin kidsEmpty out your purses on a immature crime spreeEyein up the nurses with some gloves that read "I squeeze"Who the fuck said to speak Mr. Me-is-Siamese?Even Christ said "Christ, he flows quite nicely"Hypebeast highly likely to bite meAnd try to high-five me, but I just give em high threesCause y'all don't get two, touch me, I'm the shitSue me if you got a issue, grab a tissueMediocrity is odd to meAss as far as the eyes can seeWho da best? They holler meNombre holy shitI don't spit crack, I spit cocaine crispI ain't fucking with it if there's no paymentCause everyone know paid dues don't pay rentI'm dope like the coke that I'm laced withDreams what I'm chasin, flow hot it's chafinThis is why I'm hot, no, that is why I'm blazinDilla jacked Nick, I'm shinin like the diamonds that I'm draped inBut I don't wear jewelry, it's HUF over Louis VExcuse the endurance, miss, this critic thing is new to me Aus Songtexte Mania