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Running like Kratos, nigga, I'm famous. See these bitches wanna know what's on brain though. Hustle all day though. Life ain't sweet, got nine All the way though. Filling my plate, want a Turk and a Cayco. Racks like pesos, can't really Trade those. Killing my trade though. Focus my game, pro. Know you in the way Though. Known to be an A-hole. Bitch, if you want my dick, just say so. Find me no legs, still running. Find me no pulse, still humming. I got no Songs, still humming. I pull up, but nope, I Pull up but nope, got my green, and so Leave you on un. You rappers be beefing or Something, but always let up just before we get Into the fun shit. How you ain't peep, young Nigga? Broke and you seem to be broken-hearted by The dumb shit. Me, I just jump quick. Me, I just punt, bitch. Me, I just dump Shit. Me, I just pull another whole fucking braid Out. Got no Rapunzels, got no funds, though. Funds is fun when I'm in my zone. Gotta fly real low 'fore I fly off-track. What's done is done, and I don't want none. What's gone is gone, and I don't look past. Gotta watch from home. Gotta watch my throne. Gotta watch my watch like I watch my back. The clock go chit chit chit chit chit chit Chit chit chat. Nah, I don't do that. Why you ask that? Nah, I don't do that. What they had? I don't know about that. I don't know about that. If the plan ain't Playing like all the way out, ain't getting my Stamp. Always had to tell myself to break a Leg. Run it. You ain't getting my ramp. Got no sympathy. I been the amputee. You can't see my heart ain't intact. Got no love, yeah, the shit got jacked. By my old bitch that I don't want back. Even if I did, man, that shit be black. Giving all my love to the world, did that. Yeah, I got no pitter-patter. This snakes and ladders. Some gutter, as a matter Of fact. This a meteor hitting matter and mass. Not a insult, just a matter of tact. Max. Rappers drop pins to find the him. You would trade the world for a Hershey's to Sign to him. Those two right there seen a Lot of them. Hope I'm real soon, gone real A whole lot of M's. Can't afford no house Full of sod of them. Make these rappers tip-toe Round when they waddle in. Icky sticky till she bust another water lens. Said I got a lot of goals, not a Lot of friends. Said I got a lot of Goals, not a lot of friends. Can't get them To a show if the bill is ten. Said I got a lot of goals, not a Lot of friends. Can't get them to a show If the--I walk right in, I sip my Drink, I pop my pill, I sit, I think. Might rob and kill alternatively while cops still Kill Black kid like me. Might mop my bills. I'm dirty clean. Ice blocks still chill my movie Scenes. The block is still what's moving me. Might convict me of first-degree. Gotta watch from home. Gotta watch my throne. Gotta watch my watch like I watch my back. The clock go chit chit chit chit chit chat. Nah, I don't do that. Yo, I ain't gonna Break my back 'cause the fake won't last, so You know that it's over, that's facts. Rappers been living too fast and dying so violently Tryna escape from they past. Wish that I could just take it back like The chit chat on my wristwatch for this ain't No type of lame show. It's a gravestone for this hip-hop. Where the love, yo? I just don't know. Can't you see that I'm on tour? Keaten and me, we both seeking some more. We got heat for the streets while you leaving Them cold. I'm eating it raw. I don't need seasoning, nah. I'm feeding the beast And beating the wall. I never seen peace, I'm Losing it all. I'm lost in the beat, hop In the Jeep and cruise with the top off. Rap game full of knockoffs. They don't want flames like a tart sauce. If they act brave, we can pop off and See who's lit with that true spit. Lifetime full of true grit. On the grind since I was a young mind. Back in '09, I been true since. I'ma show y'all how to do this. See the view of my blueprint. Wanna rise up like a new prince. See your name typed in the newsprint. I'ma do right, I won't do wrong. Come through with a new song and a pure Vibe, and it's so strong. When it's do die, you'll be dead wrong.
Keaton, Fortunato — Chit Chat
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