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IP:
Make the mc above me love ill Bing//
Still defined as the finist rhyme in shit like crazy poets //
You know it’s the truth have this homie homeless he spoke shit about a thug like he one//
Pull the gat to this fake cats face and make him taste the metal settle this beef that start in the cyfer and finished it by a true writer
I drop shit that you cop in your wipe you by in rip kites cuss you cant rip shit but with this yawl find out minds rhymes ill//
You fillin my hits like a blunt //
Make your life Lunt like you on glass the last nigga that played trigga rap found out how rounds felt //
dealt with detox cells I hell from the under ground//
funding pounds of weed to the needy cuss they need to be alleviated form those who hate them //
I send dope pope complex texts in the flow //
you be like my hoe to old to fuck up again //
you puck up and you be spine//
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