[Verse]
Done with playin', jump on the stage
And the one thing I'm thinkin' bout, is bars I'm sprayin'
Everything's up for grabs, I see it, I like it, it's calm, I'm taking
Getting them points like Mario, ain't gonna stop until I'm cakin'
I keep it legit, no cap, no frontin' and I ain't ever playin'
Must be mistaken', whippin' this shit, let is sizzle like bacon
Take a toke of the loud
Like, say I'm Jamaican, eyes be tight like an asian
I'm a good guy, nah, I'm not a paigon, but test me, get taken
Can't have me [?], but now they're takin' the flagrance
Takin' it back to the basics, slightly I had to be patient
I was always tryna rush shit, now it's myself that I'm pacin'
There ain't no person I'm racin', man I had to get the guap
Fresh white airs that I'm lacin', They tellin' me I'm gonna pop (bow)
Niggas know that I'm around, wow
Now they lovin' on my style, woah
Niggas stuntin' on my flows, no
Bruddas think that it's a joke (no)
Please respect me, cause I'm important, like the pope, bro
Loud pack wrapped up in the rolls, now I'm movin' slo-mo, huh
You ain't really with the shits, bro, I ain't really with it too
But I know a couple niggas that hold sticks, bro
Your girl looks like a witch, bro
Think it's time for you to make a switch, bro
Plenty hoes, plenty shows, doin' loads
And I keep a steady [?]
I might pull up, and I take your hoe
Young Seke, man, I'm made of gold (oh shit)
Your girl, she thinks I'm nice
Look at my wrist it's made of ice (cold)
The type of shit will make you go blind
I'm still workin', man, I see the signs
They took my style, made a new design, and I'm so divine
I don't wanna do it to them, cause I know it's not the time, huh
[Outro]
(Dirty South) (bang)
(Young Whoppa' on your Blocka', and I got the-)
(Young Whoppa'-)
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