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You know I'll talk about myself all fucking day. I will. Steve Scacks. Steve He already knows what I'm Everybody already Knows what I'm gonna say now. It's just unpredictable. I need to say some new shit. I need to get Black Steve Scacks on some More shit. Yeah, well, you know what? Let's just start over. You ready? Steve Scacks. We're at Marcin house. You already know that. I'ma bring back some old Sayings now, 'cause these motherfuckers are ruining My steez. Let's see, what else, what did I used to Call myself? Mr. Mugger with the guala. You know, you remember that one? All right, I ain't even gonna go with anything. I know it looks like Invasion of the Candy Snatchers in this motherfucker right now on some Trick or treat shit. Some young bull is in Here, in the Marcin house, ready to represent. Yo, let's go. EWH. Every day we hustle, huh? Hustle over everything. I don't care what you know, care what you Heard. I'm from the hood, on the real, I Ain't from the 'burbs. Every time a finger snap, It's 'cause of spoken word. I get a nigga murked through text, yeah, that's Spoken word. Anything you heard, you getting served Like a waiter. Waiting on these rappers to say It, no, ain't no baiting. I ain't even fishing, I'm in the water, I throw up. Smoke so much weed and these Dutches gon' make Me throw up. I spin around on your block And doing donuts. The cops still sitting at Dunkin' Eating their donuts. 5:00 AM on the wake up And on my wake up. On my Wiz Khalifa and Amber Rose when I Break up. Whole lot of chronic, sick as the Bubonic. Plague dick long, I'm walking a third leg Down the aisle with your bitch if you weak, Nigga said. I'm a 747 overheads, I'ma flight all night. Make rappers go on strike. This shit off-white. I said the kicks off-white. With a little black and gray in the mix, It's like concrete. My flow concrete, You ain't hitting this brick. With a little hit Of the spliff, a hit of the Crip. Know a nigga gon' get what he get, it Is what it is. I knock on your door Like a PO. I'm at where you live, the Front door, looking through the peephole. Niggas know, and I ain't even knowing the steelo. Brick to his eye like he Deebo. Uh. And I don't care what these niggas gon' See though. Two shots to his face, Nigga, a free throw. This off topic, Bud off of the top. This the shit I Be rocking, mics off in the lot. I might be off, but I'm awkwardly gon' chill In the spot. And niggas can't fuck with any Of the shit that I got. And I don't Care if you wrote it, you be quoting it All. I be painting rappers all, all blood on The wall. Ain't nothing, knock it off, this weed My Tylenol. Nigga gon' get it, But I'm nodding off. I been woke, been smoked, got potent to blow. That's three O's of dope when I go for The show. Anything that I'ma cop, it should've went For the low. And it is what it is, But you already know. Every day we hustle, huh? Yeah. It's your boy Dean, baby. Yo. Yo, I'm putting it down for my town, this For the grove, right? Living through my music, can't Breathe if I don't write. Bait them with my Hooks, it's a problem if they don't bite. Probably 'cause it ain't about big guns and all White. I don't brag about money I make on A off night. But I still shine like my Head was the bald type. I gotta keep it real 'cause I don't know What a fraud's like. It's me, baby, C-O-D-double E-N. Cough syrup flow, get a dose of medicine. The game sick, but I'm what the doctor would Recommend. I'm hip hop, something that y'all dudes Don't represent. I'm good money, you short 'bout a Dollar and seven cents. My Newport, something that I blow when I'm feeling Stressed. Joint rolled, but I can't hit it 'cause Piss test. So I conversate with Cîroc, Getting my lips wet. Go hard, putting in work Until I drip sweat. Hitting every shot that I take, and I ain't Miss yet. Yeah, I got dreams of flying around In a big jet. Limousine take me wherever I Need to go next. I know it'll be my Time when I go to purchase a Rolex. Straight cash, no credit card, homie, and no check. Get paid to slide through the spot and do Performance. Show them that I'm built for this game, I got the endurance. High energy, how I'm known To raise up endorphins. Got the game looking for me to issue the Warrant. Team no sleep, so I'm up and I'm Never snoring. Gotta stay ahead of my competition Like always. Most of them is snakes, I don't Consider them homies. What, you think we cool 'cause you know that My name's Cody? Money come, money go, Friends are the same way. Same shit, different day, Waiting on it to change. Probably be old and gray by the time it'll Happen. I got dreams of owning a mansion. But this little apartment I am currently trapped in Got me claustrophobic, flashbacks of a jail cell. Hard to spot a rat until they wiggle they Tail. I ain't trying to be surrounded by lames If I can help it. I'd rather be surrounded By money, women in Vegas. Rolling dice, playing cards, living the life. Top down, music loud, rolling through city lights. So in the meantime, this doobie will get me Right. Keep me motivated and focused, I know it's Overrated. To claim you balling when you warming the Bench. Gotta tighten my situation, all I need is A wrench. Any time I'm up to bat, I Was taught to swing for the fence. Aim for the stars. That's why I'm raising the Bar. High jump. I'm going after what I want. Never let nobody influence or manipulate me. 'Cause I'm a fucking gun with this rap. Off of safety, I advise other rappers to dash. Stacey, I'm about to whoop ass. Lay a verse and hook fast. I'm in the forefront, there's nothing to put past. Whipping in the studio, record with a cook hat. Got a recipe to put together some magic. Voila. I could get a add of a Prada. With a little doobie rolled up with some la La. Ain't talking about Carmelo Anthony, baby mama. Got your girl butt-naked, cheering with pom-poms. Hit the G-spot you couldn't find with a TomTom. It's Codeine Music with Manslaughter. com. Player. Adel. Yeah. I strive to vital continent. Becoming something greater in myself. Foundation of creation, mythological beings. Me as a homo sapien, trying to become something. I'm trying to make my come up, you gonna Focus on me. I'm gonna make it, you just Gonna believe it. Just inspiration, this kind, Decline from my ancient. There comes a point in time, we have to Choose between turning the page or closing the book. A similar answer when people have doubt you. Life under the obligation to give us what we Expect. Construct that lack of criticism, it's not What you do. It's how you do it. To believe in something, not to live in its Honest. How you apply the lesson, preparation for The next chapter. No reiteration till the piece Contains. Bust remains frustration. Insatiable, detect the relapse. I'm positive and satisfied. Never having to trait the link or arm problems. Purification, yes, you call it purity. Breaking the standard enables a life endurance. I take it to much higher rated levels. Lies may be truth and truth may be lies. You attract me by the qualities you display. Be so good they can't ignore you. Weird as being called limited edition yarn pile. When you accept yourself, you're invincible. Take it as a fate or fact. Deliberate thinking from the past I came. Promising myself everything would be different. Promising. Yo, What's good? N-A-P, M-H-R, yo, Look. Shout out to Con, Beans, Finest, we define this. Can't define us, lines are Written. Property already changed the climate. I've been chilling with Brazilians. I've been known to be the highest. I've been known to ride with giants. Probably throw myself pious. I never let a hater talk. Fake rappers, I hate them all. Referee these youngins who always think that they Made the ball. My flow is all I got To make me some paper. These people gossip and Chatter. Their girlfriends tasting my daycare. I've never been the one to fucking lose it. While now these fucking losers abusing the music. Like listen, man, I'm so fucking ruthless. While I'm just cruising with Spanish bitches like Hallelujah. My bigger homies like, "Make sure those Clips don't run into you." Just kidding, suburban Living, just weed and women. Little homie, don't be a victim. Little homie, don't be a victim. Yo, I'ma, I'ma spit something different, all right? Look. Yo, yo, look, yo, smoke. Smoke, man, I put that on my throat. Been living up in a daze, don't know what I did before. But that's not nothing. Caught up in a dream where these French bitches Wanna start French kissing on my top button. Ayy, that's just the life I'm living. These trifling bitches attracted to the light you Give them. I like their incense ain't nothing to A fiend. Nah, I mean they only worship 'cause They wanna see a G-O-D. Ha, young Bogart mixed with Sinatra. I'm feeling sorta Frank when I'm turning my Casablanca. No, I'm feeling sorta proper, just Better than Secret Service. With a Swisher in my hand, you know that I'm breathing purpose. Long as the grass cut, you Know I can see the serpents. See who lurking, Luka Brasi, get thrown up inside The furnace. I burn up like my Dutches. Yo, and my main chick a duchess. Want war with McLovin, get thrown in the duffle. The big homie muscles, don't play with the problems, Just everyday hustle. Yeah. Raw Dig, boy. Look, listen, Listen. Only 15 with balls like your favorite rapper. No, more like your favorite rapper's favorite Rapper. I'm grinding for everything, I'ma make it Happen. I want the money right away, bank, Make it snappy. 'Cause I don't need none of Y'all on the real tip. It's only two rappers that I really chill with. You don't know what a nigga gotta go through To get what he got. So I ain't giving shit to no thot. I saw my homeboy get shot by his pop. If I die over this shit, bury me next To Pac. Niggas screaming squad, full of bitch Niggas. In a group, there's always one snitch with You. We blasting at your house, boy, don't let The shit hit you. And if it don't hit You, best believe he gon' get you. I know the reasons why my nigga selling on The block. So why would I give his names Up to the cops? 'Cause life ain't shit if You ain't got nothing to live for. Or somebody killing your friend you swore that you Would kill for. Both you niggas rats, so when You die, who do I feel for? Working with that perfect person whose worth giving A deal for. Got a Swisher flow up, flowers Told me to grow up. Mama said use your head and one day I'ma Blow up. My cousin was buzzing before her boyfriend Got her coked up. And now my cuz don't Show up when I see her I wanna throw Up. Thought about selling drugs for a little while. I was tryna make a buck and it sucked For a little child. Dad was on the run Every day of the month. In the middle of the night, he dropped us Off to my aunt. I asked my dad what's wrong, he said, "Don't You worry, son." He walked out the door crying, First time that I seen a gun. Until I was 11, never really heard of fun. Hey, yo, I'm done Raw Dig. All right. Sike. Everyday we hustle. Uh, fuck what the people say, tell them keep Barking. Don't put no names in my mouth 'cause Then I'm shit talking. Rashad, your lyrics Definition talking real trash. Petty toes all night, but forget your mom's cash. Watching these glamour losers abuse users, get to Using it. Swearing on their money, they all full Of it. All shitting in circles of bowel movement. What, you Trayvon jury? Stupid. You accusing these haters be cool at your Shows. Yeah, you cool like the wind and the Wind does blow. Like your nose and your flow, Is that too low? I didn't know or just Didn't seem to care if it ain't fair. You rolling? Well, I found some wear and tear In the real you. Sweet as women's underwear, Fruit of Loom. You might be hiding in the Closet. We just assume type, you have no room. Yes, I do, in the catacombs right next to The tomb. Bitch, I'm underground, a new and improved Sound. Harsh as 12 rounds from a clipper in The ring with the king or the champ. You start to wheezing and you panic. He never had a chance, mind was on a Trance like a never-ending dance in the club. Where fake gangsters give mean mugs and shoulder Shrugs. On the block and claim they working, But they MAC can never bust. 'Cause they trigger Finger a fucking virgin. Sorry for cursing, but the radio gets my head Hurting. Ha, I seen it before, my music get It twerking. I ain't gotta fuck your bitch, You get it off with simply flirting. Searching for some competition worthwhile. Too real for BET and too Black for 8 Mile. 911, somebody hit the fucking dial. Take this potent potion and mix it all into One vial. Careful, can't stamp with a hammer, Government involved. Give it to a child and let It salivate for a while. Upstate for verbal murder, fuck the jury and the Trial. Justice, he guilty as OJ. My mind flowing crazy, I'm doing this every day. They don't want it with a nigga with a Militant mind. Sike. I'ma let the beat come back and shit. Uh, Listen, listen. Living with a passion, lavish life in my future. All my soldiers made it out and that's the Reason they saluting. Tides in the water, New wave, we get to moving. And the ones that had the answer just sit Back like they clueless. Bitch like she an actor like she Jessica Biel. Counting money till her fingers numb and can't even Feel. Let the realism stick to them visions that's So surreal. Because these niggas looking spotty, no Cruella de Vil. Issues with the past and the Life all come together, nigga. Now she met someone in her spot and do It better than the ex. This no lie, so who to question, nigga? Stuntin' like I'm hustlin' spots, I be finessin', Nigga. Wait. Wakin' up in another room. Wakin' up to my run and gettin' the money Through. Billion dollar dreams, fallin' back so Comfortable. 'Cause pops been prayin', what's his Only son supposed to do? I can't ever take second place, nigga. Second place gotta mean there's more in the race, Nigga. Remember when they clowned me to my face, And now these niggas know better every time I'm In the place. I'ma hit a couple tracks with That Hale Ivy. And these niggas will check your Boy like a state ID. Prolly 'cause I got his bitch wantin' to say Hi, see. And now she focused, we tryna figure How the A-Town be. And that's real. Real. That's real. Yeah. Check. Stomach hurtin', slice of bread never fill me up. Little dude, but the whole loaf, I wouldn't give It up. I'm out to get it like LeBron Goin' for the ring. Gotta see the bling, rest Of this season don't mean a thing. Grab up on my wings, I'll take you there 'cause we be a team. Out to get the Cheese, let it sit 'til it's turnin' green. Dollar and a dream, stackin' dollars, tryna live my Dream. She official, I blow my whistle, she be The ref of things. Touchin' me, she needs extra Green like Luigi jeans. Make you dream of the finer things, what's inside Them jeans. Make you cream as the girlie scream, Treat me like a king. 'Cause I be a Fuckin' king. And I be livin' in a dream World with your dream girl. When your dream girl in my dream world, I'm Steady thinkin' of masturbatin' while I'm watchin' Porn. And I know that I'm feelin' through the Storm. I'm tryna find my way, I'm livin' down In hell. My boat, I'm gon' make it fuckin' Fly through the cell. And I'ma make it and avoid the jail cell If I can, and all my fuckin' team for Real. They stay down, MTA to the Y-I-B. Uptown, yeah, that's where you find me. And I be steady rollin' and steady rockin'. Motherfuckers be talkin' like they really shooters, But they never poppin'. Bodies droppin' and all These women watchin'. I'm steady lookin', These haters plottin'. But they heads be knockin' 'cause I'm steady bumpin'. And people, they steady Jumpin' 'cause these crowds, I be movin' on the Real. Sayin' somethin', what? Woo! Woo! Boy Demma Get it, Dems. Uh, Uh, yeah, mm. Picture this, who would ever picture me as a Lyricist? Had to tell 'em hip-hop ain't dead, Though they see me killin' it. Spittin' shit, the realest bitch, and I'm gettin' it Really, bitch, uh. So listen to me really quick While I... Hope that you get it 'cause I never really Did, uh. And I been on some Philly shit. But mostly on them cheesesteaks and fries that seem To come off the grill. I'm goin' and goin' In like I'm supposed to win. Don't mean to brag, but most of y'all can't Even step close to me. But I ain't even Sweatin' when this season I'm supposed to be. I look around and see who got my back, And it's only me. Well, mostly me. See, I got a couple people that would roll With me. A couple friends that I do see As my bros for real. My five brothers, they The ones that I know is real. But y'all too fake to even know what's real. Ever since they stole my Sega Genesis, I been Havin' enemies. Even closest of relatives were Becomin' my nemesis. Now show me love like you a Methodist. 'Cause my flow can get so sick, I'll have You Googlin' remedies. Man, I'm the type that you should never diss. Who, me? I'm just tryna make it big, that's Why I never gave a shit. Murder victim taken shot to the head. Had to tell 'em one time, hip-hop ain't dead. 'Cause my debt is what you wishin', they Contemplatin' and thinkin'. How to get my vibe, every chance that you Get, you dissin'. But I'm a fuckin' blessing, I'm Special like baby christen. So I be shittin' on you niggas, on your Bitches I'm pissin'. Boy, if your bitch official, Then she can get the whistle. Make her blow It all night or the neighbors can't help but Listen. Whip your ass like you my children, I Get it like it was given. These niggas claimin' they fly, I see you flyin' Like a chicken, nigga. Yeah. Yeah. Woo! Yeah. Ricky. Ricky Freeze. What's that? Freezes. No apologies, I'm not sorry, I cut you off. Hit harder than hot sauce on a Texas summer Day. Skinny dippin' in hot sauce, But I got a cold heart. How can you be hot-headed but cold-hearted? That sound so retarded, guess I just finished Somethin' that you started. And since you didn't finish, embrace your Consequences. Enjoy your refill of the monster you Just replenished. I'm with the vengeance, I'm a Gentleman. Fuck yeah. Uh, uh. Genius from Venus, I give her the Big penis. I give you a fuckin' backhand slap That's stronger than Venus. Scratch that, Sabrina, Alien beamers and beamers. Got my niggas with me, They claim you like Stanley Steemer. My flow's like a misdemeanor. More like a felony. You niggas don't interest me, Fuck whatever you tellin' me. Yeah. Zani Taz in the building. Woo! Check. I say now, take a look at my Life, it's like I got it made. I'm like a bald head with a wig, I Said I'm toupee'd. I'm gettin' money, now these Bitches all quick to wave. And I'm blockin' out these haters with my darkest Shades. When it was rainy, only dreamed about them Sunny days. So when it's 'bout a dollar, No, I don't ever wait. And when that raw lock up, it's lookin' funnel Cake. I'm so hungry, head hurt, I got a Tummy ache. Mom told me get a job, I Figured I'd hustle first. Couple jobs that I had, That just pushed me to the work. Now I'm in the kitchen with some shit that Look like rice. And the block is lookin' Howard 'cause it's jumpin' from the white. And the fiends Kevin Hartin' like, "Alright, Alright, alright." Shit. I say like I be on some differentness. Like my watch probably cost a half a Bentley, Shit. Same bitches get you hype, I ain't pressed For fuckin' them. Niggas all Joein' me, I ain't never knowin' them. Gettin' at this money, all these niggas lookin' Funny. They was cool when I was broke, now I'm ballin' like Ginóbili. Movin' that Kardashian, I'm baggin' up that Khloé. Bitches think I'm hot, so like soup, them bitches Blow me. I am so a star, though my Ring is lookin' Kobe. Neck is lookin' froze and My wrist look like it's snowin'. So bitches see the money and they fuck me Like they goin', huh? Same attitude, Flow super dumb. Money make a difference, Look at how that change come. Places that I couldn't be, now I just up And go. You would say I'm cocky, but I Feel like I'm amazing though. Wrestle with the crack and then I flip the Rey Mysterio. Talkin' 'bout that bass, no, I ain't Talkin' 'bout no stereo. Same bitches didn't want me, now they Joe, they See me hype. Neck on freeze, different colors like A water ice. Flash bright, you would think you Stepped into a stadium. Ask him, he got me nullin' bitches like I'm Chamberlain. Man, I scoop the models up, they suck Me like a bottle, yup. Haters can't stand me 'cause I came from the bottom up. Niggas throwin' shade and they wanna mess my Pradas Up. Gucci Ts, Louis Vs got me whippin' powder Up. Bum days catch me ripped jeans and some Hollister. Swag on a milli and it's breakin' the Thermometer. Got these lil' bitties takin' pictures Like photographers. Paparazzis everywhere, I dodge 'em like a Challenger. Whoo! Come on, motherfuck. Who else? Prophet fucking. Uh, Prophet on the beat. Mm. Yeah, don't do this to me now. Uh. I said I got vision these niggas gotta see. Ain't no cropping me. May not be your number One, but man, after this I gotta be. Me and my team, BPL, we came to hold It down. Starving for the power, can't stop till I hold the crown. Came in the game like All you niggas owe me. Came in the game, The team, me and my homies. You say you wanted more? You say you wanted more? You say you wanted More? Well, fuck it, you gotta show me. Anything but average, profit's not common. If I make it bombing, I could cop my Aunt some diamonds. When I make it rhyming, I Could stop copping Top Ramen. It's dinnertime, I'm eating cereal at nighttime. I'm getting in these battles and it's feeling just Like fight time. Time for me to go ahead And cut these rappers' lifelines. Uh, Listen. I said I be staying coolly hot. Loud, filling up the sky. You is finished, Popeye. Never stop, I grind. Getting money till I die. You need a nick, then show me five. Getting money so fast, I'm feeling like the fucking Flash. Hitting licks with no mask and I ain't Worried about no rat. Thugged out in all black, Bad bitch with a fat ass. Newports, I need that. Thorough, I be that. Lose time, it's my time. I'm living that fast life. Roll blunts and I'm high, fucking bitches, getting Fried. No kids? Thank God. No friends, it's family. Two bitches, polygamy. Don't fuck if she don't suck The dick. My young boys, they bagging cheese. Now they getting money. Blowing on that OG, All you hear is coughing. Benjamins and Franklins, love all my dead Presidents. 215, my residence. Cash and drugs, I represent. Hope I'm never in the pen, 'cause I need That pension. Hold your kid for ransom. Heartless, I got no organs. Taking shit, no swiping. Shooting shit, no fighting. Winning like I'm light-skinned. Balling out in Iverson, nigga. Yeah. Uh. That's how you hear it. Yes. Whoo! BPL. Let me talk to you real fast. Let's go. Look, look. I said these rappers average, they should stick to Ad libs. 'Cause that's the only thing on the Beat they can say they masters. I light your career up with matches. Inhale your discography then exhale the ashes. I could fuck every single girl in the world, Catch a disease, and still rise from rags to Riches. Looking magic. This is high-powered rapping through me, looking Magic. I'm masturbating with scrabbles just prepping For a battle of brews. I got the crown rappers blab about, endeavor with, With lines that'll make you feel like you getting Hit with Shaquille's fist. But oh, you gon' kneel quick 'cause people black Out when they hear real shit. And real shit? Hip-hop discourages me. And the way this game's going worries me. It's like chest surgery. Great to look at, but fake as hell. Yet I'm persevering, 'cause hip-hop is in my spirit. 'Cause hip-hop beats, they sound the same nowadays. LeBron hairline every time I hear him still, ugh. But let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go. Yeah. And I'm like a 20-year-old scab, Man. Why? 'Cause I'm so motherfucking seasoned, Yeah. What's up? Yo, Jizzy. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Shout out to the Martian, Jizzy Cruz, true is A savage. Remember all them nights I had no Lights and shit was tragic. Was thinking like what Happened? I was really snapping. The pain and shame, I tried to change my Name, just lacking caches. Yeah, I'm talking Cassius Clay. Nigga shook, I'm back today. And I'm just tryna shake up the world before I pass away. Hit up D, I need a Shirt. Spitting fire every verse. And like I'm bout to clock in for a Shift, you know I put in work. Had to take the man route. Never had a handout. Like a nigga chilling out of bounds, you know We stand out. Rush every hour, tucking green, I'm Jackie Chan'd out. Never let a nigga tell You what you fucking can't be. Nigga steady hating, man, I swear I'm tired of You niggas. Underrated, but I'm hotter than a lot Of you niggas. All you rappers are my sons, But I had to take a run. I was grinding, but I'm back just to father You niggas. At the age of 15, was thinking About a mil. At the age of 16, was Thinking about a deal. My mom turned to stranger, Was tryna pay the bill. She left and didn't tell me, just imagine how That feel. Yeah, I was fucked up a little Bit. Nigga's thinking like he hot, this nigga Killing it. I'm just tryna make a name for Myself. Cold world, but I ain't really into hanging Myself. And even banging myself. If you don't think I got the throne, then I'm king of myself. I really do though. Steady making moves though. Know some niggas moving weight, fucking with them Sumos. Getting high on Mars, fuck a Bruno. Starting from the bottom. Still at the bottom. And I'm moving up to be the motherfucking uno, You know. Bitch call my phone saying, "Why you Don't got time for me?" Because I'm grinding, Obviously. If you ain't fucking, then don't bother Me. Tryna get my money right, Monopoly. Dealing with some jokers, I'm just tryna get my Cards right. Shine like the sun, you a hard Light. I'm just tryna ball like Kyrie Irving. All them nights when I be swerving, I be Serving. Got them skinnies on, nigga, just like I'm Jerking. If you think you the hottest, I need A decline. All you rappers cannot see me, Y'all legally blind. Temp Squad ass niggas in need Of a fine. Mad scared, falling my brain, I made up my mind. Rule one: make sure That you number one. Rule two: never let a Nigga know your moves. Rule three: never let a Snake where you sleep. Rule four: never, Ever, ever wife a whore. Rule five: grind hard, never waste your time. Rule six: stay low, stay up out the mix. I ain't tryna finish it, even though I wanted To. Yeah, a nigga 18, but spit it like I'm 22. 23, 24, 25. It don't really matter, I'ma heat up in the Summertime. Yeah, nigga, the summer mine. Beast on the beat, I'm like Cannon in the Drumline. Nigga, I'm a massacre. Bitch gave me neck, now I'm biting like I'm Dracula. I'm a beast, I'm a problem, motherfucking Cannibal. Niggas think they hard, but they soft, Stuffed animals. When y'all see the cypher, y'all Rewinding it back. Niggas betray they own team tryna Pick you like LeBron with the Cavs. Better know what you worth. My nigga Kev pop so many fucking blues that I swear he gon' turn to a Smurf. I just want a lot of cheese like a Whole box of Doritos. Shitting on these niggas, they ain't fucking with my Steelo. Nowadays, it's crazy, people murking for a Kilo. It's beeping and they wait for you to Shoot just like it's free throws. Tryna test me, lights out, get the pico. Think- I was so hungry, no food in sight, couldn't Reach through. But now I just like lobster, crab, And shrimp, I think I see food. My niggas bout to roll up, I'm sippin' on That cola. They sayin' Chizzy is a beast, sicker Than Ebola. Hold up, I'm still a nigga with Some scuffed up sneaks. Take the E from the Kid's plate, so I chuck up cheese. Bitch, she ain't buy sunflowers, but suck up seeds. Swingin' and I'm swingin', feelin' like I'm nunchuck Lee. All about a dollar, never changed, Ain't a quarter boy. Nigga talkin' slow, Adam Sandler off of Waterboy. Youngin' rockin' corduroys, know he makin' all the Noise. I ain't never trippin' because to this money I'm cuffed up. Lucky charm leprechaun, I'm lucked up. Skinny but I'm smokin' strong, So I'm buffed up. Like you havin' sex on A plane, you fucked up. Like you havin' sex on a plane, you fucked, Uh. You ain't never know me then. Nigga slimy, sign to Nickelodeon. I'm on dynamite just like Napoleon. Bars crazy like Undertaker, some steady buryin'. Niggas actin' hard and then they turn to Vegetarians. Tryna touch a nigga and didn't like the Experiment. Call 'em the Canon, they ain't got Nobody to carry with. Steady stuntin', grindin' 'cause it's all or Nothin'. Like I just ordered a clock, I know My time is comin', motherfucker. I'ma bring this up. Oh, it's over? Yeah, that joint over, yo. That joint over the top. That was like 38 minutes. This now is the longest one. We had five less people than the longest one, But it went longest. But yo, December 7th at The Barbary. Come check out some of these young bulls performin' Up with Prince Vance and all that. You better be there, yo. Steve Scacks cosigns. Steve Scacks. Yeah. Glenn Time represent Vietnam. Aight. If anybody wants