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Chamillitary mayne You in the presence of the finest My rims 20-somethin, age 20-somethin Try to count the millions I done made 20-somethin?... No homo [Hook:] I go hard It's goin down get ready for the show I go hard Mixtape God steppin through the door I go hard Ain't anotha rappin F'in with the flow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I go hard Ya'll need to stop actin like ya slow I'm warning any one of you dudes that used to hang with the click SongtexteWho runnin around makin the threats about how gangsta you get You put ya neck on the line then "YOUUUUUUUU" takin a slit Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick Or I'm a prove that you don't want it with mufasa You got the warning it's about to get ugly as chewbacca Bout to make me hot as stewpasta to salsa Habla espanol, cacarocha, tu caca You see me sittin in it you can bet that it ain't rented See the 4-5 infinite caucasian white tinted Eyes lookin squinted they can't tell me that it didn't Pop eyes like the bald white guy that liked spinach (chamillitary mayne, we in the house) like tenants O-dawg I'm a menace, o lord I'm a dentist Ya'll sound like gimmicks, ya'll sound quite finished And all ya'll hang around a bunch of clowns like grimace Meanwhile, on the other side of town Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds I'm too deep make a puddle out of nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game of marco-polo Dart flyin through the air to mark ya polo Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo Others love it so they hug it with they heart, no homo You a bozo and I am no clown I am the town When I step in the public you know it's goin down When I step back in the city you already know it's goin down But I be overseas gettin them G's Fall off? Please Lil wayne song describe my smallest bank account silly A milli-milli a milli a milli-milli milli I'm movin in it like diddy, your city's my city They try to throw me the kitty the kitty's like "gimme" Didn't drop for a minute bootleggers told me they need me Looks like the whole region is ready to B-C-D me Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like whodini You busters must of snorted that whitney, I am sick G Hot, he see can missiles be tryin to sick me Wish he would try to throw it my way and piss me Off, here's a thought, I'll make ya history a mystery (doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo) Twilight zone, I'm worth 200 thousand more than me with my ice on I'm a butcher with a weapon baby I knife songs Mo murda-murda mo murda like I like Bone The only way that you could ever be hotter than me Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free Always grindin anytime I ever spotted a G I was on point like a decimal, a dot, or a p- E-r-I-o-d, no paper out of my reach Shakin uncle sam I keep a lotta receipts And nah Cham ain't neva the one to bring no sand to the beach I put that moo-lah in my hand and bring grants to the street Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't neva knew exist Baby get inside darlin you can smell the newestness You can see the platinum see the clearness and the bluishness Lookin at my jewelry tryna figure out who my jeweler is Underground money neva disappears When ya mixtape flowin skill as sick as his Know it's big business I be on them businesses Ay ya'll be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids Ridin on 28's my rims clear alot of cones Ridin through the city mayne I hear alot of clones Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon Bout to change my rap name to what? Kill or Cline a Clone I promise that the mic will need a mito tag It's still clear I'm still here and that's despite your fad I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin Look in the garage your cars ain't sick as ours I done had the doors ajar on plenty cars I was gettin large while ya'll was chillin hard So the rappers praise the God like synangogue Just when they thought it was haters when I'm a hurt em all Just when they thought it was traitors when I'm a curve the ball I'm always right but I act like I neva heard a wrong And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off Mixtape Messiah 4 it's like I'm (click) cockin the burner ya'll (get ya burners get ya burners, here we come again, get ya burners get ya burners, here we come again) You know who the streets waitin to see, me... Mixtape Messiah 4, let's go I tried to chase the green face like the wizard of oz Took the yellow brick road to esquisite of cars Don't wanna hear nuttin real you should be skippin my parts My swagger get any higher I'll be sittin on mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay I don't switch screen names and change up everything I say I don't let sound scan allow a lame the right of way You can sell 10 million and still be not who I'm a play Car pearly white as teeth I guess that you can say I'm flossin See me and think of green, like st. patricks day at boston I lead and they follow these rappers guilty of stalkin The underground was dead but I'm a bout to leave the coffin Aus Songtexte Mania