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Hah This is the shit that make niggas like you wanna knock on my door (aye, aye, aye) Bottled some shit for a while but now fuck it, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye) Niggas just wanna control, meanwhile I had the remote Plenty of internal conflict that happened, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye) I been on the up-and-coming, I ain't ever been a runner-up I'm a leader, not a frontman, but I'll let you lil' niggas front La Fleur F-50, who taught you niggas how to stunt? Niggas got emotions on criss-cross, go up on the roof nigga, fuckin jump Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, so much designer but you living with your mama, dog (and you ain't payin' rent) I'm feeling like Cannon back in '09, I ain't really with the Drumma, dog (you know I ain't with the drama, dog) We ain't got nothing in common dog, unless you putting up commas dog (uh, uh) I'm Roy Batty, Blade Running, shit, I might hit you with the monologue (wooh) Man down (man down) They be screaming out "Man down!" (man down) Niggas used to hate up on 'Cuzzi (right) Now them niggas all fans now (right) Now them niggas got they hands out (right) Yeah, now 'Cuzzi got bands now (right) I made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends (right) It's like I'm building castles in the sand now (right, wooh) I've been dreaming to the fullest (woah) Back when Rodney Mullen had a mullet (woah) Top Gun Cruise, no bullet (woah) I'm just tryna spend a night with Sandra Bullock, lord (right) Ring the alarm (ring the alarm) SongtexteTell them be calm (tell them be calm) I do not fuck with no chickenheads, please bring them back to the farm (back to the farm) Ring the alarm (ring the alarm) Clear out the dorm (clear out the dorm) Help will arrive in a minute, just make sure that no one is harmed (heh) The recipe for disaster You the type to answer questions, still guessing the answer I'm swift, like Mr. Clean, a nigga mess up the matter But I know niggas say the word'll make him mess with a hammer I plan on, living forever nigga I won't expire Niggas tell me to give it up, I tell them "sing to the choir" It's Fraiser, Ali, David sprung Goliath Pastor told me to say a prayer, lit the bible on fire (Hmm) I'm Sleepy Hallowing demons, I'm steady following Under the moon, on top of the hill, with wolves howling Nigga My bitch rolling up a blunt If I hit that shit once, I'll be coughing up a lung Look around the city, can't mimic what I've done A lot of people gonna hate when they notice you the one You was doing fraud? I was selling blow Fucking up a comma got drips down her throat 10 minutes past perfect in the depths of my mind but my nigga still lurking Local celebrities nigga I ain't stressing these niggas Everybody want a plate, I say a blessing for niggas If you really wanna eat, I got the recipe nigga Yeah, I fell asleep to an angel Woke up next to Satan Sold my soul to the devil, I'm as free as a mason Yeah, I got a hundred white bitches and they all love niggas Yeah, back in highschool, I did 2-a-days Now I'm in the studio every day doing 3 a day I'm just a bad angel with some good intentions Niggas want a feature but I'm too expensive Shit They pree what the jargon is I dropped "Set Fire" on em huh? I am not a rapper, I'm an arsonist My name ring bells in every continent Niggas wanna blog post now, I'm fuckin' with them columnists Swerve right, make a left at the intersection Chillin' in the cut with all this money, need a disinfectant I got a bitch with some lip injections And don't play that weak shit around me nigga.. I might disconnect it How you doing? Nice to meet ya Cut the cheque, Bye Felicia Yeah I'm better than everybody who coming up Niggas know where I be at, who running up? Nigga, popped my first M with Auggie Had a nigga on bounce like I'm sitting on laundry Eating sushi, drinking Sake Had a couple wise cracks, but a nigga no Gandhi These new kids metro, I'm still dominion Liquor spilling, molly on the tip, go and lick it, tastes delicious Mama never left the house, in return I had to face the wicked As the only black kid in Idaho, man the shit was vivid I'm from Toronto where they call it the 6ix Tell labels, don't call unless they offering 6 I'm going off with the grit So off with the shits I be screaming out "done know nigga" Jazz in this bitch like a trombone nigga My shit finna drop and I postpone niggas Having discharge like the ozone, nigga Roll up to the club with like 3 or 4 niggas Then I leave out the club with like 3 or 4 bitches That's a light stunt.. Niggas ain't safe out here Spring time, niggas flake out here Better hold your weight 'round here Secret's safe out here Yeah, 'Cuzzi Aus Songtexte Mania