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Yo, it's the rap Scott Disick Come through the fucking block with some hot lizards BLOWING LOUD IN THE BLIZZARD Put six digits on the Wizards, shit, just don't tell my Mrs. Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub Floor to the closet Real sex on the Panasonic I'm getting head in the pool, bitch Bitch, I'm just better than you Yeah, around the world like four times All because a motherfucker spit more rhymes Yeah, more lines, MORE LINES Shit, feed 'em more lines and more lines I won't dumb it down for morons It's like shooting big game with a small 9 The bottom line of selling these pebbles Get away with your life earnings while I'm tryna dodge these devils The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are You in LV if you running with these REBELS I'm selling wrapped up, capped up vowels of crack Every syllable envelops the fact, I throw stacks The chick riding with me, she polished, she a dime She stylish, check her hoe fax, her mileage is bad, she silent The Desert Eagle hit a better the people SongtexteSelling perico like there is no I or L in illegal I hire felons to sew up the streets while I let you believe That it's better to be you, baby, I call that thread in the needle You know me, it ain't nothing corny in the wardrobe I'M LOW KEY, even more so than Thor's bro Impeccable ear, I take braille, make it Morse Code Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go And you say New York City My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450 Listen for me to call it a while, it's go Philly It's shorties in the front row flashing both titties The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so GRITTY That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah The highway is what his mind weigh I'mma put a polka dot on your dome and Kwamé you This is the big payoff, soliloquy of CHAOS Another rapper gonna get rocked like Amadeus Defeat'll make a nigga get ghost like a séance It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey y'all I plan to keep a band like Fela Until when my career's over like AI It's me and the Muhammads, Ali's bail out That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I Listen, my calling card ball hard like armadillos Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos Shaking their hair back and forth like Willow But need to save the soft ass talking for the pillows I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda SQUASHED Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents My response, a stepping razor like I'm Father Tosh Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja Sip with some margara, roll with no entourage But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad I know I'm sort of pompous, NO TYPE OF MORAL COMPASS Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist Some rappers just starting out, but me, I'm more accomplished The imperial Black Thought from the foreign object I created a movement not just related to music They keep asking me what's my take on the state of the union All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league Killer colloquium, kush rolled with OPIUM Making my associates act so inappropriate I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" shit Ayo the, the, THE BOSS IS BACK Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black I tried to tell you, motherfuckers, don't respond, react I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact Yo, who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine Any side talking I'mma consider it shots fired At the outlier and start it up like a hotwire, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania