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Lyrics
My Rhymes put people on a Weak End like Friday threw Sunday
Verbs hit so close to Home, Like Jets that Crashland on a Runway
[Come on Mess Wit Me]
Cats be like the Runaway Brides and Get Cold Feet, Hide Them Toes
Cause Ill cripple you, put you On one foot Like the Hiesmen Pose
You need braces, erything you Says Crooked Like your Sexuality
Im a Big Name, Like Shaq, Put me on the Line, Bet-Chu Doubting Me
A Front Line Soldier, Thats the Reason My Teamates Left You Fouling Me
Now when Im called on, Ill shot the First Shot like the Minute Man
Best In it Fam, here to Win it Fam
So Scared of Me, Have you Rasing your Right Hand on the Witness Stand
Shall not Preach to God in my Presence, For I am of His Adolesence
Ending all the Hype and Suprise, Like Unwrapped Presents
In the Rap Game, Banging Down the Door Like Pissed of Tenets
What I do is None of Ya Buisness, So keep my Name Straight
Watch me as I remain Great
Yall can do it like Showing up to Church at Noon, Say it Wit Me "We Came Late"
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