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Handling underhanded tactics just fine
Verified still that red dot might end up take your life
Take your time, the show don't start in another 20 minutes
Shawties screaming like its 1D, boy my bands been singing
Promised that they never miss keys, got this shit on lock, y'all outta luck
A nigga tipsy
I'ma hog the bottle and call a model
For the fuck of it, y'all suffering
Sixth Sense only see ghosts, know why I been seeing y'all frequently
It ain't a joke
Killed y'all too much, the cemetery don't need a holiday
Dealt with monsters, every day is Secret Saturday
It's no secret, s-e-t-h is goated anyways
Peep the horns
Feebles ones just end up getting scorned
I ball like PG ayye, I'm getting holes in one
Better hold your lungs
This smoke potent enough
And I could pose for pictures all day, y'all ain't shooting enough, stop it

I grab my dick before I let this pistol pop
That's freedom for y'all
Feed em to the demons I've been feeding and giving withdrawals
I Make deposits on a positive note
Then write a happy song and sing along I'm potent with quotes
I never gloat I just feed em food for thoughts
Watch a motherfucker bloat
No jokes ha ha disrespect a goat
This a diss to every weak ass rapper around the globe
I just got my sixth sense unlocked the devil knows
This is master-craft a Stone Age mason born from the aftermath
Of losing Pac and Bigge, Mac miller, Kobe and Nipsey
I know legends never die but my hero's ended up missing
Miss me with that bullshit like these pastors when they be preaching
Passing plates around
Deliberately stealing right from the poor
So I'm turning Peter Pan and delivering it back to y'all
And if I fall under 6 feet balling Christopher Paul
I'ma clip em like the Lakers fore 23, I'm Lebron
The don



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Writer(s): Ademitan Akinlade-fajemirokun
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