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Yeah I'm feeling real Wayne in 07
Now lil bitch, I grip the mic like it's a lethal weapon
I never settled for less, just had to learn my lesson
Fuckin' with me one day, the next they be second guessing
Now they looking for a mention or some damn attention
Told you once and told you twice, now where's your comprehension
Better stay up off this mic before I spit reflections
Give a fuck about your high, bitch this is my ascension
And my dimension
I'm floating through these galaxies and charging up my batteries to let loose on these lil bastards
Out here tryna crack the code I won't give out the password
Used to be the student then I grew into the master
Do this with my eyes closed while I'm walking backwards
Spinning through these cyclones, try to watch the pattern

I said, this the shit I'm destined for
Just killin' these sessions bruh
Murda murda murda on the mic, I'm who they sending for
Cause all these ass rappers just be sucking more than seven whores
Set the score
What the fuck they even tryna network for?
It's me the cold killa
And who the fuck you know got a flow that go sicker?
Get so high that the air go thinner
And it ain't my fault, just born a cold sinner
Uh, wolf fang fist, I hit a bitch where it hurt
Run up on you, get you for ya shoes and ya shirt
Go get the shovels and dig yourself some dirt
Cause if you fuckin' with the kid then that shit'll get you murked
Get on the mic now I hit them with a one, two
I done mastered all this shit, I'm doing kung fu
All you fuckers fickle, I would never trust you
It ain't my fault you suck, bitch fuck you
Yeah
Bitch fuck you
Yeah
Bitch, yeah