Flyweight
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IP:
The fact you don't diss, rock-solid as his sig..That nigga know he's-doomed
Everyone on this earth..buy majority..chews you up like grocery-food
Each crew questions ya loyalty..like watchin confidantes-for-treason
Locked in chains is your city..someone get amistad some freedom
I'm certain-to-smoke ya black-feats..'cause you're a personal-joke
Tryin to track-me..my knife's the obstacles..that hurdles-ya-throat
You as a burglar-is-hoax..only thing stolen..ya girl when I take-her
& I'm not talkin speedvision..when I say you birth a drag-racer
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