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You like Amar'e Stoudemire with dreads Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flappin' but I got a lot 'em fed Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats To blockin' it's kinda Steph, step back Ya shit is not knockin' like the feds Don't get your head cracked lackin' common sense On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don't got no wins Just to match the losses I don't have in your gym Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn't stick The sun make it so my soul's crumblin' They dug it when they was young More than one hole in one with no mulligan Sellin' kids culture with death, circlin' like carrion The more the merrier, phone got you livin' vicarious I smell it 'cause it's so hot The veil lifts, the pain salient Niggas started choppin' at the road blocks As far as tracks, we goin' off Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war You know it's not unique to your boy at all It's comin' out the teeth Streets flooded like the pants weren't touchin' the sneak They rain dancin' on this, no, they stomp On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far I'm not on board with the board you try and lead me on I'm pullin' strings, it's time to let me off SongtexteThe cook'll send you Protect your neck and don't forget the heart We upper echelon with it, that's what they're checkin' for I'm givin' a fed a conch for them I'm duckin' when the quiver launch missiles in the dark Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta Keep the innings long, nigga Aus Songtexte Mania