Correction Lyrics Calicoe vs. Aye Verb by URLtv

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On this stage you can be whoever the f**k you want in front of these punks but I'm a G so in front of me n***as better be for real
Your name ain't poppin' no more, bro; the universe showing you the signs... I took Geechi and made you wait on the sides like a Libra scale
"Where Verb at?!" "n***a, sh*t... outside!" Like it's "Friday" and he Ezal
Polo tee, clips under the label like he Pharrell
Our static? I started it first; y'all know me, I'm innovative
All you do is talk about breaking down blocks and blowing cartridges, A or B; in this game you, Nintendo basic
How I do young n***as: I do 'еm like kids, just grip their faces
Lux buck-fiftiеd you, I'ma match the buck-fifty, let's split the payment
You could never run the Midwest, n***a, you come pacing
This when I show y'all the dark side of the island where Crystal Lake is
I'ma drown him cuz these waters too deep but it's motivation
Cuz Verb make these n***as monsters; once I bring 'em back up, they become Jason
I'ma BREAK him, this a walk in a park like Jill wanted
I burn the hot n***as during summer, seasoned n***as can't fall until all them
St. Louis n***as, we ride beef 'til the wheels off it
We'll steal on you, knock you out and every time we see you we still on it
Blackface, you better groom your li'l n***a, hear warning
Your status don't mean sh*t where I'm from, for real, homie
Your son extra; extra n***as get stabbed and buried in fields for years, homie
So the fathers have time to heal; out of sight, out of mind, no tears flowing
It's psychological cuz when forensics find where they hid homie
And start digging, the way your son'll come up you gon' break down...
Cuz the whole time you was still mourning
We don't rock, n***a! Every time we speak it's a short hello
Razor blaze slide all down your chest; how we part 'rillos
You a li'l n***a; out the Charger on 30 you'll spark metal
I'm OG; old trailblazer, gotta keep the car mellow
See, I learned how to do that dumb sh*t from smart fellows
n***as like you gotta poke they chest out cuz their heart Jell-O
When I hustled, it was green or the soft: the marshmallows
Had to sleep on that Ready Rock, I wasn't ready for jail time with a hard pillow
Ex-tumbler: I'll come roundhouse, backflip the extended and cartwheel him
Y'all make y'all wives happy; n***a, I make 'em all widows
Baggy jeans and tinted buffs, only y'all wear those
Y'all weirdos with small ceilings; Gemini mind
Half genius and autism, boy I BEEN out my prime
All God's children, PJ Tucker's; they small centers
You're a war vet but I turn war vets to "Saw" victims
Those who really flawed see the beauty in being scarred
Cal, I'll peel off every one of my scabs when I start healing
Life is all mental; lift up my couch, it's Guitar Center: silencers, clips are all metal
Shots out the car kinda sound like casino card dealing when we start peeling
No leg shots, only higher holes like call centers
No emotion, I swear my heartbeat is an odd rhythm
From these broads, I dissolve feelings; I dog b*t*hes
And be a bigger dog n***a to the b*t*hes that dog n***as
I'm Denzel but all night I'm the "Training Day" version
Being better than y'all, that sh*t my gift but what it came with is curses
See, when you land, you get to laugh and handshake every person
I'm isolated, this entertainment for you n***as that work-less
For me, it's work; they expect me to leave stains on this surface, my name came with a purpose
In front of me you could never be who you claim in your verses cuz you was lame when we first met
You don't get a second chance at a first impression, you can't change or reverse that
Big T switched his flag, Lux beat you bad, JC look bad like he smoke meth...
Look at the gang this game gave me to work with

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