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Uh. Yeah. R&R Music. See my eyes stay low even when I ain't Blowing on the dank. I ain't got no accolades or awards, shit, I'm Barely even mentioned in the ranks. But it's mad, I got the streets, and the Roads, and the hood, the squad, and the camp. Cash money from shows, and the PRS dough go Straight to the bank. Young Lord coming up in The flats, gave a lot to these guys, shit, They could've said thanks. I'm due a trip to the mountains, when I Reach back I'm coming in a tank. I got a light road sentence for handling a 'nank. I got a dark-skinned queen, all she wanna do Is take off her pant. The line still doing, you would've thought they were Calling for Frank. And the rifle tall like, I swear the mash Tall like Lanx. Fuck boy can't call me for a feature, fam, I swear that man will hang up like a Prank. See me in shit I designed myself, when them Boy they wear Gant. Or they dress like Yams. I cut out all the junk food, living like A jank. Was feeling mad weak, eating Mac D's, Coming home with a cramp. Now I wake up early in the morning, swear Down I don't even hit the dank. I put some KGs on my chest, cold shower, Feel lit like a lamp. I just gotta have a rant. It was me against the world since 16. Now I paint you this picture and it's 2016. 2000s, couple new rappers popped up real quick. But real talk, I was better than you man When I was 16. When I 16. say I always look high even When I ain't blowing on a spliff. Told my young boy he's a king, and we'll Soon take a trip to the cliffs. You don't wanna be like none of these so-called OGs, bro, that's a myth. Locked in the kitchen, windows sealed, But I still got a whiff. I make songs for my people, I never ever Cared 'bout a diss. Cuzzy came home from a stretch, man ah put A new Swiss on his wrist. Yellow diamond on the floor, more time I'm just Taking the piss. Check the scoreboard, you get minus points when you Shoot and you miss. Young boys just wanna play With sticks, and my dress code chic, more styles Than Kiss. Rolling through ends, but I ain't tints in my Trucks and I don't ride stick. 'Cause my blowers still ring for the stuff, like Yo, I'll be there in a jif. Then I double back with some trees like the Dreads in my head, I get twists. Put time in my craft, you would've thought they Would pay more homage. I love Fardem and Clash, rucksack with the mash, That was college. 'Cause I don't take check, but I know you Can't grow without knowledge. I don't need no more friends unless they're rich, Now I'm going on horrid. Little bear, I'm just tryna get some porridge. It was me against the world since 16. Now I paint you this picture and it's 2016. 2000s, couple new rappers popped up real quick. But real talk, I was better than you man When I was 16. When I was 16.