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Give up the flash for the cannon blast. In that dash, you a quick lick, homie, a Sip from the flask. I wasn't left to build, I slid right. When you wanna FaceTime, y'all better go try Skype. Bud Light, no hops but reach heights. You tykes couldn't tap in with lights, you all Swipe, and it's on sight. I swear these niggas gettin' cornier, and fans Liftin' up what ain't live like the coroner. My skin bifocal, thick, you chose to slip. Nigga, these gold lines ain't givin' an inch. Had a stench from Coke cuisine from in the Fiend's kitchen. He like to put his face over The steam while it molded. Just give her my mind, hardly a poet. I'm still with the niggas I got dough with, You know the slogan. It ain't one, my mood Is with the moment. You not a rat, but Your homie is, you can don it. Plazin' blocks, OT, no vacant shots. Had to swap, reroute the drop, but that don't Stop. First, find where the demand is grand. Hit the spot like clockwork, hand in hand. What you stand for? Ain't got no balance, that's Why you fall. I will serve a white girl While readin' the final call. The steam engine on tracks, the beats cold. No folds or slack like the pair of khakis At Kohl's. Awkward. Eager lie, then get to hawkin'. All I see is a bunch of wine and I put a cork in. It's all fortune, you Spinnin' your own wheel. You must write your raps in a cornfield. Y'all niggas is all mills. Rep the buffet with no blunt blade. Go stupid 'til I'm done paid. Leaf of the blunt. Yeah, I'm rooted with the stick in the trunk. Barkin' up the wrong tree'll get a branch in Your gut. I know your kind. Even in death, you still a snitch. Hit the first forty-eight of a body, I'll have You sick. That's somethin' you don't speak on. Y'all got the feds doin' recon. Time to Ghostbusters, it's full of Egonnes. You got paperwork. Bread on his head, let the paper work. Money made while you sleep, the paper worked. Shorty try to get my name engraved. Said, "The only way that's goin' down is if I'm in a hearse." I don't do those, half-mast, a new pole. Nah, mami, I don't do the culo. Oh, it's a drought? We take the weight to The floor like a sumo. Nothing stepped on, keep it pure though. They say that we cursed, uh, but the first, Y'all be last. I'm a low-key baller that kick It like Steve Nash. Beat your face like a Speed bag. You on a hunt sniff a speed Bag. You hot, makin' sales of speed bag. I grind slow 'cause speed lags. Could leave flat and sat still like freeze tag. I see paths calling-What's an algorithm? In computer science, an algorithm is a set of Instructions for solving some problem step by step. Typically, algorithms are executed by computers, But we humans have algorithms as well