You still ain't fucking with me
(You still ain't fucking with me)
I just spent 100 hours at the gym
Gotta flex on these cowards back again
Take a look at me baby
Why do they look at me crazy
We leaving flowers on their graves right after this
I ain't fucking with them no more
Couldn't be better than me, I'm so sure
A veteran, definitely, with no course
I go forth, headshots (?)
We breaking through the walls
You better check for me (?)
You ain't got the fucking strength to hold me back
Well, gotta hit ya home, cuz we know he wack
We droppin' bombs, not the type to go and hold he back
Or bring the whole team back, feel like the whole (?)
You don't know me, though I was spittin' these (?) little Romeo
Was spittin' that bull shit with these corny flows
A holy ghost
(?) nothing but extra stories
I guess I was really born with a fucking tortured soul
That's maybe why I never check what ya'll doing
Like fuck ya'll stupid, couldn't care 'bout what ya'll moving
(?) with your dumb ass movement
If it ain't making me no money, I don't rate your music
Bitch straight up
Clays coming straight in like a layup
100 thousand on everything, don't play up
I've been on the way up
Boring ass rappers (?)
Making it hard for me to ever fuckin' stay up
Wanna go against me
Flat line, by the time that I pull against teams
That guy, couldn't lie, roll a hundred ten deep
Keep it solo but don't [?]
That guy in my city, if you know, don't ask
(You still ain't fucking with me)
I just spent 100 hours at the gym
Gotta flex on these cowards back again
Take a look at me baby
Why do they look at me crazy
We leaving flowers on their graves right after this
I ain't fucking with them no more
Couldn't be better than me, I'm so sure
A veteran, definitely, with no course
I go forth, headshots (?)
We breaking through the walls
You better check for me (?)
You ain't got the fucking strength to hold me back
Well, gotta hit ya home, cuz we know he wack
We droppin' bombs, not the type to go and hold he back
Or bring the whole team back, feel like the whole (?)
You don't know me, though I was spittin' these (?) little Romeo
Was spittin' that bull shit with these corny flows
A holy ghost
(?) nothing but extra stories
I guess I was really born with a fucking tortured soul
That's maybe why I never check what ya'll doing
Like fuck ya'll stupid, couldn't care 'bout what ya'll moving
(?) with your dumb ass movement
If it ain't making me no money, I don't rate your music
Bitch straight up
Clays coming straight in like a layup
100 thousand on everything, don't play up
I've been on the way up
Boring ass rappers (?)
Making it hard for me to ever fuckin' stay up
Wanna go against me
Flat line, by the time that I pull against teams
That guy, couldn't lie, roll a hundred ten deep
Keep it solo but don't [?]
That guy in my city, if you know, don't ask
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