| Check |
| Yes |
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| December feels like a summer night |
| There's been a change of plans, niggas mad that I done right |
| You call to check on me but you still need some money, right? |
| With all the gems I drop, no wonder my stomach tight |
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| There's some food for thought, go 'head take another bite |
| You at a loss for words 'cause you feel like I won at life |
| Check the Hall of Fame, my name on the upper right |
| Officer, I'm the ticket, so that's why I be running lights |
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| When niggas wanted war I knew better and wanted life |
| I won't shame you niggas but I'm sure that ya mother might |
| I spit the realest shit, shout-out to my brother Mike |
| Crophone, she ain't even like that, what's the sudden hype? |
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| No, ya fans leaving, the game's over |
| I got this good from discussions with J Hova |
| I wish me and such and such coulda stayed closer |
| I bob headshots, niggas chose to aim lower |
| Shorty got a grudge, she mad 'cause ain't know her |
| Hit the studio, animal, I ain't Noah |
| Flood the streets with heat, ask Skeei, I'm a flame thrower |
| Attention ya paid closer, you need a makeover |
| I'll send my maid over, Whack God take over |
| Hermes umbrellas, all the people I reign over |
| I was just talking to Jane Golden, she told me, "I need a mural," |
| I said, "Add a 'S'!" |
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| Philly known as the realest state |
| When you this rare, niggas know we got shit at steak |
| 48 laws, me and Skrilla some love birds |
| It's rare in the city, get the cream like custard |
| I'ma die a legend, I swear like cuss words |
| I'ma leave my mark, yeah-yeah, like Zuckerberg |
| Meta Ray-Bans wasn't out when I first started |
| Wallo told me, "Shorty ain't shit. She just farted." |
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| I could probably count on one hand ya age, girl |
| I ain't ever spend no time on ya page girl |
| Took so many shots but somehow I'm unharmed |
| Use my words as weapons. Me. I'm unarmed |
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| You ain't got one charm |
| Spaghetti with no parm |
| How you the goat? You ain't even got no farm |
| That might not land, niggas, know that I'm fly still |
| You know I'm the truth, but you choose to lie still |
| You should just lie still |
| Yeah, like play dead |
| Female dog, yeah, we ball like shaved heads |
| You got a made bed |
| We just shake heads |
| You are just copy, yeah-yeah, survey said |
| Pace yourself! |
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| It's me |
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