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I do it for my city like the Spurs do
I don't look for beef but come at me I will hurt you
I do it for my city like the Spurs do
I'm on a mission to murk competition, it's why I work fool
Every verse
Put in in work
For my turf
Like the spurs
Got 19 mixtapes in backpack... One in my pocket
Fans straight up ate up that last batch... Made a little profit
Now my n***a this ain't whack rap... Who wanna cop it?
Five dollas come holla at me fast... 'fore these fiends buy all it
Word got out around my neighborhood that I be sounding painful good
Now everybody and they mama wanna cop a tape so look
Out for me when you see me it's easy to find me on these streets
Believe me, turn off yo TV just walk outside we'll probly meet
Tryna get perfect I've been working extra hard
Serving every verse with extra heart
Determined to be the first to fix the art of rap
Trying to make it worth something like an artifact
Still not giving a f** if you think Incarnate's whack
Cause one day I'mma start to be a part of rap
Only 18 weekly dropping the hardest tracks
Don't gotta be a drinker to know your bars are whack
Work and perfect every verse and chorus
I'm bizzerk, and to competition it hurts to know this
`crazy, insane, and the first to show it
Show no signs of slowing with these rhymes he's flowing
His mind is golden, but intentions are sick
Wanna step to this artist, that quest's retarded
This reckless hard wit keep me grinding on these streets
And rhyming on these beats no one can best Incarnate
Spitting so much and giving no f**s, lyrically hitting home runs
Still young so I better go nuts with a clever flow cause
Ima never grow up to see cheddar with no luck
It's nothing to it, just keep moving, f**ing spew sh**, tough and ruthless
Leave f**boys toothless, blood, bumps bruises, and cuts on any nuisance tryna jump on my music
Better come with good wit or hood sh**, push it to the f**ing fullest
Like you bustin' bullets at Lucifer trying pull you understood it, stand it dammit no other done it
Quite similar in my vicinity or any place really- an entity sent to please every teen with lyrical energy
Said to be deadly as methamphetamine, already he getting cheese spitting gritty and lyrically
Filling these city streets with many treats, k**ing beats, I got plenty feats feeling me?
Getting rid of enemies, 3 years too young to be getting Hennessy
n***a, I do it for my mother fuggin vicinity
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