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Yo Mac I don't even understand how they didn't understand.
You and that Mary joint.
Kick that old robotic, futuristic, George Jetson and woah
Back to basics This one isn't for the cats listening,
To the trash because the radio is playing them
I ain't dissing them But yes I'm miss it when you couldn't blow,
Unless you had s flow to make people say woah, Black Rob
Black Shirt Black Pants
That's my usual, right? But I might wear white to your funeral.
Beautiful, you softer than baby cubicles, And you bout' to *** me off,
stop *** with the boss, I never took a body,
But for you I'd let them off
Stop *** with the boss, I'm just saying B' kind of super saying kah-maya-maya
Maying those rappers who claiming He cold
He hot He biggie
He Pac Please no,
B's everything that he's not Never sold a million
But trust I got feeing In a minute I'll be making seven thousand
in a minute.
Two hour show I'm talking 400k when I'm finish
Just to leave and spend 25 thousand Out in Venice,
Cut the check, Not the beach sill rabbit that's Italy
I like to travel with my girl and my family You don't stand a chance with me, lyrically
I am damaging, Dynamite,
Blowing up in the village Living and panicking.
I got a problem with *** thinking they've got an issue
Don't be mad because your wifey blowing me like a tissue
And if you was really bout' that action You would quit rapping and
see me in the streets then start clapping Know you're boys
*** boys, I'm a phantom like a Rolly Royce
Pushing noise In the Hamptons while people can't even handle
them Banish them
cause we managed to make ourselves into chancellors dancing with naked women,
While women looking for answers in the drinks that they steady
Sipping plus you know
The *** make them think different I ain't tripping
I'm dreaming bout counting millions Just to take away the pain like penicillin
I'm a Doc, with the flow Fill all prescriptions
Reason why pot heads smoke When they listen
I'm kind of lifted
And my chick in the kitchen Cooking, collard greens
Mash and some fried chicken
This some new flavor in your ear, yeah I swear I kill anyone's career
Drake? You used to be one of my favorite rappers
Until you took my spot and now it's you I'm going after
I've done a lot of reading, bout to write my own chapter in
History, so if you want war than Then mention me
I'll leave you in a pool of misery Or liquor and dive in your *** and
Start giving the business, ***
I promise I really am the hottest Dropped out of college
So I could spit knowledge I feel like I'm the future
And that's just me being honest No pun intended
But if this shoe fits Then it might be yours
I might be on some type of *** That should never get the white me off
Copy, six, four, big boy, voice, slim, stocky You could talk ***
But that *** won't stop me Never, I'm May weather my flowing way better
Each punch line is cold and *** way clever Stop playing with the kids
Its B Dot Will and You know he going in whats up
We're not done
I say, here comes some brand new flava in your ear
Time for new flava in your ear I'm kicking new flava in your ear
B.WILL new flava in your ear
Hah
Yo, yo, yo, I heard that you was all, you know what I'm saying, you was on the corner,
you was doing this thing. But this thing could be. He just, he just he. I don't understand
this dude. Every time he come around [inaudible] is just like 'oo!' The thing is like 'oo!'
I don't, every time I hear this dude 'oo!' Like 'ooo! oooo! oooo!'
You *** ain't fighting with me No, you *** aint *** with me
Anyway though. So every time, I, I pick. Ok so he jumped at a problem child and I was
like 'Ok, he might be a problem.' And then he jumped far from home, and I was like 'ok,
he might be far from home.' But then he jumped far from home, and I was like 'damn dog, are
you ever going home. Are you ever going home? When you going home?! I'm trying to see you
go home. Hold on, you're going home. Put your seatbelt on too.