we hit it up right
we dont wanna fight
i come in peace
see me, i come handy in my fleece
check all reese im tight like sabastian
im a fool on that madden
like romo i dont go but i blow on them trees
feel me feel my knees
brand as new now here we flow, here we go, down on earth never wanted nothin but some starch on some bread make sure the world is fed like whoah im here put down that beer, you runnin off track, you aint shit, go shop at jack in the box, cuz thats what you are, stop all the bars, eat some candy bars from here to mars
as i continue this up to beat
i dont need no sleep
on the low i creep and i eat whatever the hell i want, got paid today it was so tight
im on top check out my might like mike wallace im alright but the steelers coach aint
fuck the saints and i dont masturbate but i climb to the top, the sickest rapper ever born alive
i strive im the best im the greatest now all yall niggas are some hattest well im the hottest so i keep goin and flowin my beat i bake meat then i switch it up
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