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This the T-E-D-I'm lookin' at you sideways highways can't handle my lane
I do this my way your voodoo is child's play like Xbox your ex got no ass
Question marks you bars with no mass
Kilograms weigh it up and then we'll laugh at has-beens
A wannabes one of these one a piece order me a chunk of beef chucky
I'm wild in the evening wilder than Oscer on runnin' blades
This Reeva can't stop me
I finish lines like Olympics I'ma leave you limping every time
You step in here you lose your hearing
What you Livin for like the number after three two one lift-off
I blast off like rockets in a Kawasaki pocket
Deep inside the ocean like Poseidon
Will I kill you all I'm deciding decipher these algorithms
Like four four time but see I'm

But see I'm still tryna be right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I'm still tryna see right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man I'm still tryna be about it
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And man I'm still tryna preach about it
And I'm still tryna
And I'm still tryna

Rise up gear up
I don't believe in luck
Micky mouse with bullets you Donald duck
And if you don't you lose your life in a crash course with my rifle
Acrobatic I spit a flow in a tight rope
Tighten up the noise I'll let you hang on your lines
When I die I'm comin' back six times with six lives more
All-day like six times four you want more cock a pistol
And out your brain to the floor
I made bars outta steal and coal my hands chosen
So as I brave this cold I stay potent I made snowmen with ice from holy water

Put this in the freezer my demons died in the slaughter
House yellow wolves done ate em all for the supper
You sucking my second nut I'm sicker punching your gut
No one is better than us
My mind soul and crust we are three
Like musketeers in torn jeans but I'm

But see I'm still tryna be right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I'm still tryna see right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man I'm still tryna be about it
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And man I'm still tryna preach about it
And I'm still tryna
And I'm still tryna

I'm classified as born free and it's meanless or maybe meanful
And what I mean is average is the new cool
Using pro tools to fix my bad moves
Fuck a chat room rapping in the yard in a car or the bathroom
Nigger you can choose where you die these are my rules of the butchery
Niggers that bite lines from old meat
Never fuck with me I'm ready for raw beef
And I know that you heard me
I hit you with a verse like I work for the clergy
I curve these bars at an angle it works adjacent to the hand of God
Man I'm bringing you hurt see
I started Livin large dropped n bars at birth I never mumbled
So I stay humble when niggers try to rumble leave em all
Let em tumble my tummy will be your jungle
So you can stomach these flows
I'm in the zone like a touchdown nigger try me

But see I'm still tryna be right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna put my ducks in a row
And man I'm still tryna see right
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna buck for my bros
And man I'm still tryna be about it
And I'm still tryna
Still tryna reach the top of the rope
And man I'm still tryna preach about it
And I'm still tryna
And I'm still tryna