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Uh
Hold on wait
Never on time
But i'm never too late
Ima say things that a nigga gon hate
Be a long day if you trynna play jay

Wish a nigga would
It'll make a nigga day
Really from what the wood
Don't care what a nigga say
Better think twice if a nigga wanna play
Cause i'm coming from a hood
That will make a nigga pray

Still i gotta prove myself time and time again
In the stu where you find me in
had to let a nigga you don't ever
Wanna try my pen
Then whooped his ass, you'll be fine my friend

But then i gotta hear a nigga say shit
But he really on some groupie nigga gay shit
I told niggas that i'm not the one to play with
Run up on a nigga like, what you say bitch

Click clack
Yea i thought so
Niggas never want it with the boss tho
Going kamikazee like marshall
An artist like a martial
Kill this shit so many different ways
If we battle, ima leave you at the crossroads
Me i never lost tho
niggas know they better play their part tho
Before i take a nigga to the art show
I done came across some niggas who ain't
Half as good
But you niggas over there ain't even partial

Hold up let me take my time
Niggas know they can't touch my rhymes
At 21 i was feeling like deion
And i ain't even touched my prime

Cross me then a nigga better step back
All tough talk nigga better dead that
And you gotta know i mean it
If i said that
Brenton ave in this bitch
Now respect that

Oh no no hold up
Wait woah
How many times i gotta let you niggas know?
It ain't no distance that tru won't go
To kill a nigga who be fucking with the brothers of the 4
Sittin shotgun in a car ride
The best punch in a bar fight
Same mentality as the far right
Never see me in the mix with none of these trash rap niggas this is the lyrical apartheid

So you better keep it cool p
Nigga think he fire till i come around and i reduce heat
I'm a killa with the loose leaf
Think shaq and kobe when the ave get with spruce street
Its a warning, this is not a song
I don't give a fuck about who right or wrong
Never let my little brother fight alone Hoppin in the whip now its a ride along
Aimin at a nigga, keep it knockin like he not at home

A hundred niggas with him, bet he die alone
You the problem, i'm the answer like i'm iverson
You can talk yo shit but when you cross the crip
Then ima dump the clip into ya body homes
Kuz nobody knows where the body goes if a nigga gotta die today
So don't you nigga press my buttons or ima have to turn the heat up on a nigga
Like a microwave

And leave him in a body bag
Now his mommy sad
Why was he too scared to return fire?
Now the only way you get to hear a good song from him
Is if they sing it in the church choir
Boy i'm coming from that 4 block frontline
Big stepper for the hood and the blood line
You wouldn't make it in the land of the sunshine
Get you hit with something harder than my punchline
Too easy