[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
****** claiming they the GOAT but they be looking sheepish
Trynna lick me at the stu but I don't fuck with features
Faggots is faulty in their diamonds and choker pieces
I'm up in Harlem, Pink Panther, like it's killer season
Mathematician on the scene, fuck the intermission
These faggots still riding my ass tighter than True Religions
New decision, yeah, he cute but he don't got the vision
I'm quick with it, slicing bitches like a circumcision
Frame is fitted, I did it, so they mimic
They questioning what's the difference, I'm spitting and you're a gimmick
I'm giggin' just off of talent and you poppin' just for a minute
You trynna get like me? Unrealistic
Hoes be rocking their bodies but not be spitting
And doubters cannot handle my come-up because I'm gifted
****** saw me lose on the show and thought that I was finished
Took an L and got back to my streamings and to my business
Admit it, I've been going for a minute
And now I'm back with the motherfucking shizzits
I let you rock but it was fucking with my spirit
And now I'm back again, off the bench for the scrimmage like
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