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Fuck the feds, and the motherfuckin FBI
Steady gaffling rappers like Lil' Wayne & T.I.
Asking niggas questions bout their lyrics in their songs
Instead of questioning the criminals on the streets thas doing wrong
Gotta wonder if the fate would be the same for me
Cause ama future emcee, who don't plan to have security
Have to keep it real for the fans & myself
Everything I do is me, I really don't need Nobody else
I could spit you classic shit that earned me trophies on my shelf
Or I could spit illegal shit, call that shit below the belt
But ironically below the belt, is some true illegal shit
Some niggas claim they never jealous til the day I fuck their bitch
Now they on some goon shit? Meet me on the moon bitch
I'm higher than your atmosphere, but stay deeper than platoons bitch
You aint gotta tell me cause I know I smell like weed
Thats what happens when your a martian that be fucking with them trees
Pound your girl's pussy bright red, like a group B's, No triple C's
But I'm chilling, chiefing, choking, on a pound of sticky and a ounce of the potent
Steady gaffling rappers like Lil' Wayne & T.I.
Asking niggas questions bout their lyrics in their songs
Instead of questioning the criminals on the streets thas doing wrong
Gotta wonder if the fate would be the same for me
Cause ama future emcee, who don't plan to have security
Have to keep it real for the fans & myself
Everything I do is me, I really don't need Nobody else
I could spit you classic shit that earned me trophies on my shelf
Or I could spit illegal shit, call that shit below the belt
But ironically below the belt, is some true illegal shit
Some niggas claim they never jealous til the day I fuck their bitch
Now they on some goon shit? Meet me on the moon bitch
I'm higher than your atmosphere, but stay deeper than platoons bitch
You aint gotta tell me cause I know I smell like weed
Thats what happens when your a martian that be fucking with them trees
Pound your girl's pussy bright red, like a group B's, No triple C's
But I'm chilling, chiefing, choking, on a pound of sticky and a ounce of the potent
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