My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin' Uh, woke up this morning and wondered 'Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?' Hardest s**t out the South since slavery, n***a You wan' shoot? Then shoot, don't play with me Next please, eat rappers, mm, check please S**t I predicted in my raps, I done did all that You think I'm lyin'? S**t, step one, got the 'Ville on map He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind ![]() ![]() Play the game right, n***a, he gon' rest his mom Infection, at this point, I'm just flexin'īas is next in line, and the test is time Out in Queens with the fiends, I'm your highness Southern n***a with New York stamps, honest Off the top magician, compositions non-fictionį**k my b**ch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, uh Put the fear of God in n****s, I'm pure Devil Like a f**king James Brown sample, you're two ever Van Gogh or whoever, goddamn Cole, you're too clever That's your best friend givin' me head, now you do itĪfter I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear While two bi**hes lay in my bed, I'm used to it My new crib got the Time Square view to it Hope IRS don't arrest me for it, I'm new to it Hundred G's in my dresser drawer, I'm blessed No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less Who gave the world more fire but got less reward? The same flow that just undressed your whore The rest should wear 'em a vest, I'm set for war, n***a, press record The best is here in the flesh and that's for sure
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