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Reap the all frame up (Pac Man) Reap on your main slut (Pac Man) Peeped all your chain up (Pac Man) Heat da heat da whole game up (Pac Man) All these hoes I got to like one All these blunts I got to light one All these guns I got to shoot one All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these shots I got to hit some All that shades you got to get sun All this sauce I got to drip some All you niggas sound like my sons I’m invincible damn near invisible Say the word, I’d off his head I’m a man of my principles (talk to ‘em) Top scholars versus the pop stylist To do a video you need a pop stylist If a nigga wrote a verse for you, you a dub nigga You are not a top fiver No, no keep your lips locked in God flow on you niggas for your hip hop sins, ugh I ain’t nothing like you niggas need a school bus to pick all my clones up Kill a rapper, bury his ass, get bored then dig all the bones up SongtexteAin’t nobody that can one on one me, everyone that want me better zone up If you say it, nigga own up, I’ma make it feel like your father picked the phone up And caught you lil niggas talking grown stuff God, I’ve to help you find my skill God, help these helpless niggas with these calcified pineals argh! Diet diet diet diet, you should try it, I got the holiest reasons All of you niggas diseases getting bodied by the holiest vegan Who is God? black man Run thru you all (Pac Man) Reap the all frame up (Pac Man) Reap on your main slut (Pac Man) Peeped all your chain up (Pac Man) Heat da heat da whole game up (Pac Man) All these hoes I got to like one All these blunts I got to like one All these guns I got to shoot one All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these shots I got to hit some All that shades you got to get sun All this sauce I got to drip some All you niggas sound like my sons Okay, any person that try to fuck with your man I son son and bury son under the sand What I’m saying is when sun come up anyone can get tan You know they selling melanin for 400 grand I-be getting to the bands thinking like a mad man Can see the white man kill another black man When a black man kill a black man that's a backhand To the face fake nigga face the reality Only one race that can race to the galaxy Nigga really want that smoke come challenge me I ain’t got no time to battle niggas one at a time So whoever want it the most come to the front of the line I just close my eyes and say the shit that comes to my mind I got a 100 in the drum, I (?) My finger stuck to the trigger [?] Till you niggas try to come for my shine Straight crack when I come with the vibe, skrt, skrt ,skrt [?] Bitch is a war if you flinch, shit can get more than intense Spray paint these walls on the side of The White House Like bitch we need water in Flint (show nuff) Who’s the master? who’s the rappers using the masses with abusive rap shit? My niggas push the base like producers do trap shit We build pyramids no moving backwards (pussy) Who is God? Balck man Run thru you all (Pac Man) Reap the all frame up (Pac Man) Reap your main slut (Pac Man) Peeped all your chain up (Pac Man) Heat da heat da whole game up (Pac Man) All these hoes I got to like one All these blunts I got to like one All these guns I got to shoot one All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these niggas ghost when I come All these shots I got to hit some All that shades you got to get sun All this sauce I got to drip some All you niggas sound like my sons Aus Songtexte Mania