Leisure what were you thinking//
Now ur in quicksand forever sinking//
nigga plz my lyrics will strangle yo bones//
step up to me and ur shit will be stoned//
don’t fuck wit lyriCal, my style is mystic//
dis isn’t a dream bitch, this is realistic//
u dropping ur flows like hoes be dropping thea clothes//
u think they coo but ill gun them like desperado//
you talkin about pussy and hoes on ur dick//
are you trying to make up for ur mini toothpick//
whats wit u and sex, that shit is weak//
ur chances of getting a vote is bleak//
crooked cops wanna lock me and stamp my hand prints//
but imam blow them out the picture when I spark da flint//
let this game get hijacked and lay-to-rest//
keep the flame hot then pray-for-best//
I spit heat hotter than dragons spit fire//
When I battle niggas, next day they retire//

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