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9 Outta 9
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Kerser
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My raps is a note, that's a hundred letters Grew up way different so the cunts won't get it While you was at school, you was trying to pass lots Rates was showing me how to weigh up a half oz My first choof, I was twelve years old Felt hooked since then, guess the world is cold Tip of the iceberg, tip of the iceberg Will be when the ice burns thinking back, I turned Sixteen when I lit the pipe With Boobz at a bus stop 'round Christmas night Back then, shit you see the crystal move Uneducated like it was the shit to do I turned into a rap star, proved them wrong I ain't need another pipe, give me the doob or bong I'ma move along call me the business man 'Cause I'm busy, no rest, that's a business plan Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit Break down on the shit I say I got a different f*ckin' pipe for every single day We won't say what we don't need, nah Eyes half closed, you can blame the codeine, brah Back on my king shit, rap like a king, shit Wonder why they call me king, you hearin' what a king is Big boss hustle, hustle the music And just like a dealer, my customers abuse it Word play with a metaphor I still root rap, that's what I met it for Kiss the ring bitch, it's the hand of a boss Beef shit these days, shit, I dare 'em to cross Need it to sell, I'm the one you still come after You oh so making money 'cause I'm numb with a gun On a hoodie that was worn by the Kerser one If Kerser didn't rock the hood, he probably would've sold none It's all up Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit Hot car without the number plates On the run for another f*ckin' hundred days My raps in your brain, pull your back out your frame Now you're gaspin' in pain, I'm attackin' the game This rap shit here in Oz is mine If you want beef, sweet but not with rhymes Let's handle it the street way, send your boys Come back beat up, you a pretender boy Let me tell you what's dangerous and fun Rates with a gun Mind set dangerous when I write like this The flows switchin' up like the lights on pigs Hear me rip this shit, you should see me live Your set's so dirty, got to clean my eyes Fresh shit yeah, you know where to find it Head to the stores, find Kers and buy it Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit Move on, I'm the shinin' bit Rhymin' sick, time tick, you can ride the dick Ripe tits, nice hips and she grindin' it Nine hits out of nine when my lines are spit
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