I shove this fast... man Trigga ya luck has passed
You're like a baby, the way you got White Powder up ya ass
Fuck you man... all you're doing is flipping multis
And the only experience you have is technical difficulties
Garbage... You still need to hone ya fake shit...
I'm like Keanu Reeves, the way I control the Matrix
I kill you in da streetz while you trying to stutter
This kid'll be down in the dumps, his mind in the gutter
You're sly with the mutters, but no wonder it's death
I am above you, it's fin for you always talking 'under ya Breth'
Thunderous steps follow me... and my crew is vicious
Ya'll never clean ya slate... since Trigga won't do the dishes

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