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Yea, nigga

I'm gon ahead and murder this shit

Voice gone and shit, I think it's gonna make it sound a little I'll, just a little iller

Yup, Fayettenam, nigga

Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal

Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto

Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high

You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya

My word a little darker like a fucking tan line

Go and look for a better nigga, girl you can't find

Fine young man with an old man mind, no time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Ah no mam, I'm an old land mime

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm on and I'm-

Fayettenams finest, Carolina saviour, marijuana blazer

Only on occasion cause my mind be racing

Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian

Thinking how these rap niggas got to be faking

Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag

May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them

Where did I describe? They prescribe a nigga medicine

Where did I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons

Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons

All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!

Basic hoes toss em out! -can't even get waffle house

Hating niggas chalk em out! -Go and get the coffin out

What chu talking bout?

Little man, my shit here burning you not even a little tan

I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Kemo

Down in Miami, and I'm throwed like Marino

Get a whole lot of you know, and she ball like an eagle.-No, not up top

But down there, she said she want to hop on top girl I don't care

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You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs

If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan

And I hope you a believer

I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers

Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new niggas!

To tell the truth, I'm only fucking with a few niggas, if that!

The rest of ya'll niggas get lap

I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where

Nigga, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare

Got niggas shouting out "The Ville-I got to go there! "

Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?

I say my prayers cause this life ain't fair,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas hope the knife ain't there

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there

Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made here right

When my crib was strait ahead, shorty gave me head, hit then I quit it before she even made the bed

Damn I'm no good

But damn it's so good

I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would

Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that vagina

Type of chick that only dress in something that designer

I could give a fuck long as there something that's behind her

Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her

Back to the topic-actually forgot it

Hoes, money, I'm the shit... oh yea I'm reminded

The way I put the words together cleverly align them

These other rap niggas shouldn't never be a problem

And I'm ghost!

Nigga, yea, let me hear that!