Flyweight
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IP:
Wow, stepping to Ghost… ya tall but ain't worthy, gonna stall and beg for mercy
Oh well it's fall and learn G, I'm leaving Artik hung up like hall of fame jerseys
Phrost's game has just been played with, I’ll leave him "colder" than Rick James is
Snap ya ring finger in six places, the same one you use to pick ya brains with
I’ll have ya family misplaced kid, like empty silos have a bitch grain-less
Ya think your skill’s divine? Dear God… you sure ain’t in his graces
We all know Phrost's never gonna make it, even if this hoe tries to fake it
Kid... you'd have more chances surviving the "Artik" a whole year butt naked!!
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