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Yeah, turn my headphones up just a little more Just a little bit Chillin' with my homies and we vibin' All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain't drivin' Life a motherf*cker, but we still survivin' Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin' Chillin' with my homies and we vibin' All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain't drivin' Life a motherf*cker, but we still survivin' Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin' (Ayy, yeah, ayy) I'm feeling like Andre pre-3K 'cause all I got is Benjamins Y'all know the regimen, R-A-double-T-P-A-C-K Rappin' like back in the day, yeah you heard what I say From EBT and watching BET on my TV to platinum CD Now I got it like that, the boy brought it like that Yeah they gon' bring it back Like the illest sample from the 70's, I'm feelin' heavenly Grew up in Maryland and now my neighbor is Beverley Even when Bobby Boy over-the-hill and he's 70 I'ma be packin' that weaponry, I am the greatest alive You already know it, I don't gotta say it, this shit is telepathy If you feelin' different, then step to me, 'cause I've been ballin, shot-callin Droppin' heat back-to-back while y'all stallin' Y'all wanna ante-up, but I'm all-in Climbing the ladder, ain't no way I'm fallin Come here my darling, married to the game Come now, feel the pain But I got a side bitch and that's real, we love to make movies, I told you that's reel That's just how I feel Tell me what I, tell me what I really wanna give for a life like this No, the boy won't Fade Away Take it day-to-day, Everybody wanna hate straight away That's how we livin' in this world today I'm Louis, you more C.K. was an Outkast on the come-up back in the day And now I'm more Andre post-3K, like woo Break it down Break-break-break-break-break it down Break it down (Can I kick it?) Break-break-break-break-break it down Ayo, Ayo F*ck You like Cee-Lo Buck then I reload, sippin' Pellegrino, shoot the shit like Tarantino In the cut like Lilo with everybody we know We all in together like cousins in the 90's And if you don't know 'bout that shit then you don't know 'bout rap shit, that jack shit You ain't got a nickle-son yeah I said that Jack shit You ain't got a dime dog, you tried it, that's rat shit, stab you in the back shit, ratchet My style is impeccable and nobody could match it I'm Bruce Wayne terrorizing Gotham, I'm bat shit I'm Kim Kardashian with a hatchet, constantly reshaping this body of work, I'm an introvert Wonder why I smoke dope, no wonder why I can't cope Far from evil, I'm kinda like Spike Spiegel, a cowboy paper retreival Bitches jumping to conclusions like Evil Knievel, best believe you, Bitch I'll leave you (stranded) Tryna dab me up left-handed, I'll leave you defeated and amp*tated 'til the blood coagulated I force the crowd to throw they hands up like cannibals My god what a f*ckin' animal Sicker than giving brain to Hannibal Lecter You come correct but I come correct-er Food for thought, but I hold the lecture Ayo I kill the pussy, yeah I make (reversed) cremate I'm an original screenplay in a world full of remakes I record my shit the first time, you need more than three takes Lyrically I'm undefined on this f*ckin beat tape (My god) Break-break-break-break-break it down [?]
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