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Cuh it's shutdown season. Yeah The micro-Done now. CH, Carn Hill Run, Run Shout out my nigga Wes Done all the thing already You don't even talk Much, production, Logk, Cee Yeah, shut up All them Man, them Yeah Hanz, dark stuff It's hot today, Nice day outside Even the yardman, cuh the yardman's Are down the Caddy They're all doing their thing Let's thing. Rage In The studio. The BlackBerry just going off. Carns has got his Heineken. Logks and Cee is outdoors doing their thing. Ten, nine, And we just chilling, you know seven, Six, five-My nigga Tone Four, three-Ay two, One. Chilling Death Crew, the production It's my Turn now, everybody's out tonight, A nice turnout. You can hear me even when the mic's turned Down, cuh I spit fire, but I pray I Don't burn out. But when I flame up, I'ma leave 'em crispy. They loading shots for your Boy, mommy pray they miss me. Keep me away from police trying to frisk me, And sneaky-ass chicks trying to tell me that they Miss me. But I be getting cheddar, let me Rap another 16. Hit the clubs and act like I was 16. We run this ish weird, we should be the In thing. Tell a fiend here kitty catch another Frisbee. So you can judge me by the lyrics That I give up. Quit what? I don't know the meaning of give up. But when you try, you trip up. You don't sound right, my G, you got the Hiccups. And I don't lift weights, it's the case That I pick up. With something inside, get you Laid, get you picked up. Grey Goose and the haze, wave lift up. You can hear me coming like the bass when I lift up. Yeah, it feels right when I'm Chilling here. No gin and juice, just cheese and The ginger beer. Not kindergarten, But the kids in here, and I still got That white hair, Ricky Flair. Yeah, what you know about that? If these rappers out front, then I'm going out Back. And I'm a bonafide max. See me with a chick, short hair, but oversized Back. I told CeeLo the only way is up. And on a GMT, the only way is us. Some label it soft, but they hating cuz. 'Cause you know same way I can rage it Up. The same girl that you claim G, I Call a groupie. She FB, BB, text and call Me usually. Now keeping up with women is a Call of duty. And you just pissed cuh your Chick got a smaller booty. Now, they wanna put me up in their agenda. But back then they didn't want me, thought I Ain't remember. Now all the real girls are really Wanna enter. Think I've got females left, Right and center. But boohoo, tell me what am I to do? I can't wait around for you, Boo, I gotta make moves. I got birds from North Ark coming in too. Tell your honeys wear heels, don't come in no Shoes. Ooh, yeah, I'm inviting you to where the Lights is red, but the ice is blue. And I got more kicks than Ryu. So one more time, the girls say, "Tef, I Like them shoes." Now stop talking about swag when You telling other rappers stop talking 'bout rags. Talking 'bout mags, talking 'bout bags that they Ain't never bagged. Talking 'bout rack, And they ain't even trap. And here's the words to the haters. Five words, don't do me no favors. Your gang bang rap is something I don't rate, Cuz. You ain't had goons in the news or The papers. Yeah, I'm feeling myself, I'm so thorough. Alter ego wrote this, The flow's borrowed. If it's F me, it's F you too, bono. And I'll be back soon, but take this until Tomorrow. Ay, Yeah. If it's F me, then F you too, Bono. But that was probably over your head. Straight up like that. No ad libs, nothing. Straight up hard, no chorus. One time for Carns, though. That's my brother, that's my right hand. Hold tight all my homies. Two times for Hanz, three times for Logks. Four times for CeeLo, VO, Wipes. We out of here