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    This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction
    Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
    Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in
    Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision
    Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision
    Sparks infliction, (Poof) I'm a mad magician
    Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter
    Every atom in your body, now you're anti-matter
    Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor
    Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster
    You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder
    Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
    On your face, now you carry by the pall-bearer
    Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up
    Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up
    We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all geared up
    Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks
    We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno
    We saw more baselines than Juno
    Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo
    Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo
    Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
    Hold the weight like nine sumos
    Bust shots like John Lugo
    You know how the Wu go

    Look sharp, homie give yourself a face lift
    High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship
    Take sips of that Ace of Spades-es
    Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet
    Can't see them haters, we dont give a fuck though
    Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
    Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
    Travel 'round the globe, spend and make 'bout a 100 G's
    Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser
    Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers
    Thank God they found us, the game was starvin'
    I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin
    Bobby Digital, Do you really think these niggas know shit?
    Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick
    Pride is a bitch. I am not a grown up
    Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followers
    She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
    Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka
    Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka
    She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her
    Home is that Outkast, soul like I'm Phonte
    Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé
    Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
    Gave them niggas real shit, don't know what to do it
    I did what I did man, did you really see it though?
    'Bino hard and fast, niggas sweet and low
    American Royalty, family loyalty
    We cream of the crop why the fuck would we stop?
    She had two sons: both of 'em good grades
    Both of 'em rap songs
    Where did she go wrong?
    Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at
    Black Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?

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