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A couple years late, I ain't mad at u
I heard u did this beat before so ain't this old news?
I don't give a f** I'm out here making statements
Broom & mop ready clean these streets like I'm the maintenance
If my city got me I'mma make sure everybody rich Pressure from the game, my head up high this will be a swish
They say I'm not New York I just sound like the town across
Haters on the net love to nail u to a cross
Man these rappers must be prunes, everyday they got some sh**s out
Royal flush on em, handle down i need yall cleaed out
Dance for my Foreign babe in Great Falls
Mock me if u want, I'll be big like Rave-Symone's bra
Ahead of the rest, you'll get pissed on like pregnancy test
This ain't aimed at anybody I just know I'm the best
In your iPod u blast this since my city got no stations
Tito asked for the tape when I was on vacation
I was chillin tryna find some motivation
Everyone was droppin sh**, it became my extra aggravation
Pickin up this pen to be swagged out
The game full of strip club songs so this what raps about?...
I ain't got no heroes after Biggie died
U be sayin "f** b**hes" kissin trannys wit those Mister Cee cries
I told Ka** we some lighters, can't nobody match
Even when they strike it, they ain't never built to last