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All I know is

Bodies like a morgue, tags like a store

If they want a war, bitch it’s Rambo 4

Pistols under pillows, pistols in the drawers

Though I’m one hell of a artist this won’t be a draw

I’m that nigga like Django, tryna let the pain go

Withdraws wrapped in them bands like Franklin sprained an ankle

I’m hip-hop like a Kangol, why these rappers rainbow?

I’m a Step Up dancer with my AK like the tango

Putting niggas in they place like assigned seats

So fuckin' gargoyle, bitch, I came from the concrete

If I don’t go suit up and release venom from inside me

I’ma put them numbers on your face like a time piece

Then go pray 'bout it all, lord they wait on my fall

See, I’ll serve over the net but I don’t play volleyball

These niggas stay by the farm, they brought hate to the barn

They wrestlin' with the pigs, I mean they lay with the law

It’s a cold game like hockey, nigga

Cold world like J. Cole and full of false prophets, nigga

Learned that I had to watch what I say from John Gotti, nigga

And that my flow hold power like tsunamis, nigga

Catch the wave, I’m tired, its FGE to the grave

But I’m fly, like I been resurrected, I elevate

Need my lime like I’m sipping tequila up in the shade

Got the juice, but just know the shit wasn’t minute made

Talley!

FGE in this bitch man, y’all know how I’m coming

Tigue shit

I come from the bottom

That’s how I know I’m the shit, look in the mirror it’s true

It’s fuck the law, 'cause they want you cuffed in a cage or your hands crossed

in a suit

And fuck them niggas, 'cause you know they feeling the same, but low-key,

police too

I’m on a mission, they say it’s impossible, don’t hit the gas, like Tom,

I cruise

Just bein' patient, see niggas hating, yeah, read 'em like articles

Watch out for hoes, tryna finesse, fuck 'em like sex, they all some fools

Think what you wanna, pulling me like a transformer, run up, you gon' be a goner

Sing like Madonna, it’s for protection, your honor, Mac can be safe like a

condom

Slide on that condom, I beat that pussy like Ronda, we in here hot like a sauna

She said I’m different, just like genres, and you can’t see me, just like

Wakanda

I’m Raw, Undertaker, Brock Lesnar, Duane Johnson

I don’t care what your response is, I go third quarter Klay Thompson

I remember flipping packs, on the phone like an app

I need paper, even scraps, ain’t no time to relax

Bumpy road I fell off like a nigga had collapsed

Broskie 'n them, had my back, hold me down like a snap

Bad breaks how I grind, stolen watch, it take time

Longer than it take five, hope you hit, waistline

Killing beats, Jason, it’s the fucking eighth time

And you niggas really bitches, talking like a date line

Yeah, I’m a fly guy, shorty, come fuck with the real

Pop it like a pill, she gon' let me bend and drill

96' Chevy, keep a stick behind the wheel

Packer, on that Green Bay just like the field

Squa-

Yeah

Clique Clan

FGE shit, nigga

Yeah

Yo

(WunTayk Timmy)

Let me end all the rapping debate

I’m the one with the capital take

Niggas ain’t have what it takes, I gave 'em a hand and got slapped in the face

Now I got racks in the safe and a Otter Box, no more crackin' the case

Anybody ever got in my way is roadkill, I ain’t having no brakes

Hoes still don’t be acting they age, I’m getting neck in the back of the range,

from two hoes

That’s Dracula fangs, I’m Cujo to a cat in a cage, they lyin' in they bars

It’s the alignin' of the stars, shit I heard that’s what it take

You a rat in a cage, I’m a rattle a snake, cut the grass low, I keep a bag in

the wait

I’m an asshole, when I ask 'em to pay but the cash flow all that matters today

In the field with the sack, I’m attackin' today in the field with the bag and

threw flag on the play

I’m the illest with rap and the last of the great, prettiest man with a tat on

my face

Two Ks, nah, we ain’t finna play, keep each artist a strap in the waist

No habla, I’m with a chicana, the pussy is aqua, I hear the Chihuahua

The lady a gaggle, the baby a gaga, she calling me daddy, she hated her father

You niggas be acting, I ain’t with the drama, the tool in my jacket’s what make

it a bomber

The dudes in the back with me made me a monsta, I may be a bastard but thanks

to my mama I’m calmer

'Cause mama seen a few black empires and my pop a weasel, like jack-in-box

'Bout to find a diva with with some Apple stock, Apple on her back like a

Macintosh

Clique clan, know I got the socks, throw the boots on and the camoflauge

Silencers make the loudest shots say, «Tss-tss», we don’t shadow box

Real shit, niggas cap a lot, talking big shit, that’s caps lock

Nigga this shit like crack rock, 'cause if you 'bout me you hit the jackpot

'Cause my team got it padlocked, be the star player or the mascot

Throw the mask on, take the last shot now the money growing it’s a cash crop

Nigga

Haha

Tayk

Cique Clan

FGE shit

Rap God of G shit, you already know what it is man

Thinking about my kids, that’s what motivates me and and wakes me up

Immune to satisfaction, can’t less success make me lazier

My son just Facetimed me, I told him, «I'm on my way to ya»

That .40 cal be on me whenever I pick my babies up

I’m balling while I’m schooling them, I’m Professor Xavier

I don’t play no games on these tracks, this ain’t a stadium

Your homies gonna scramble as soon as I Tom Brady ya

I’m why they R-I-Pin' they shirts like Hulkamania

Slide down on 'em with two sticks like I’m skiin'

Forty hold the dick when it aim, like its peein'

I will cook a nigga, it don’t matter the season

Don’t talk beef if you ain’t tryna meet like a vegan

Like fake lashes, I got these bitches eyes glued

They ain’t the truth, ain’t you tired of being lied to?

Life’s a roller coaster, who told your ass that this ride’s smooth?

You say its God’s plan, but then put yourself up in God’s shoes?

Why would I send my message through men who can twist up letters?

Why would I let my kids get raped when I could switch the lever?

Why would I send my kids to burn when I got somethin' better?

Why would I sacrifice my son when I can have whatever?

My lyrics thunder, they make 'em wonder «Did God write this?»

'Cause every joint that I drop tighter than arthritis

The ungrateful’s too young to be catchin' Alzheimer’s

You disrespectin', you get the coffin, no bronchitis

GOD!