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50 racks spent on Medusa just to shut the game down no computer
I be too swagged up to be loser, keep too many bad b**hes not to screw 'em
If they don't believe 'em I'mma have to show 'em, why the hell he making everything golden?
Could've copped a Micheal Kors but I got a Rolex, blew a pack now I'm trapped up in a vortex
[Verse 1: Josip On Deck]
In another zone on some hedgehog sh**, no Flintstones but I can make ya bed rock b**h
Why these newer rappers always rapping so obnoxious, saying they a monster when I been a f**ing Lochness
You play the game like checkers and I plot chess, constipated a** flow man you n***as not sh**
Based God said he want his f**ing swag back, I be faded off the OG haze and gas packs
Mainstream rappers still checking on an ascap, making 360 deals not getting sh** back
While I'm out the country Babylon is terrible, all these moe maidos in my mansion I'm the harem god
No Hugh Hefner you must be a jester, get more p**y than a s**ual molester
Write a scroll and lay it on instrumental, like motherf**ing top rank ninja
I could spazz on the track and go mental, I could write a dictionary with no f**ing pencil
Metaphysical, individual, getting critical and I'm k**ing you, and I ain't even reach my pinnacle
Main chick a centerfold, stackin' bread eating I got all dinner rolls
I'm in Tokyo going straight Godzilla, otakami-sama you listening to the scriptures
Gifted like Christmas, can't get close to this sh**, so sick they might keep me captive in a clinic
Clothes vintage, you remind me of a minstrel, getting the money yeah that be the incentive
I'm the cause of the Japanese tip drill, is you rapping or is you sniffing on fish scale?
I'mma rest in peace as a f**ing legend, all my b**hes moe tell me, "What the f** is s**ist?"
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