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The bird is the word
And word from a bird
They said you be squawking
They say that your circle to solid
Does that make you a target
Push
Push
I got a gerber on me
Im about to turn you into
Chance the rapper
That means that your dome gets three
I'm am a outkast
King in the sheets
Yeah I do that
She like the way that I move
Benny Franklin
I guess that Benny was crippin
I always see him in blue
Aye Yah
To close to the sun
You know that he baked
He asked for a pound
You gave him a eighth
Boy you got smoked
Took an L too the face
You Mary Mary
You don't wanna race
I don't want your jawn
She always come back
You need put her in her place
Ya momma a baker
And that is a fact
Cause momma done gave you a cake

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You must be hungry
You sitting around like your life's at steak
Time is money
You waste it a lot
You can't relate
Stand on it
Be on it
Empower dizome
My body will feed on it
Sit down chop it up
Yah
It looks like we put
The whole team on it
Roses are red
Violets are blue
She don't even like you that's tuff
She want me on top that's a must
That's enough
So listen up
Just so you know what's sup
You run ya mouth
You don't even run up ya stuff
You sound ridiculous
Dreams in the front
But actions be all in the cut
Ten toes
I stay firm
I'm in a race wit my self
Put a bet on yah life
For the grind
Watch how you lose your health

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Credits
Writer(s): Travon Hicklin
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