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Second verse: Rumor has it im a jiggy nigga I don't fight with niggas I'm a heavy spitter, on the microphone I turn into killer into a killer, going Michael Jackson boy new thriller, going Bape with it that's ape with it, I promise I'm ill and I swear, prophisising people eager to hear, I ain't proving a point but I'm throwing a spear, really ironic I'm touching the sphere, flyer than planes come look at my gear, my kicks Reebok Van dam when he had to kick box, black jeans with the bright pink sox, slide on a opp I don't slide in inbox, hoes way way thirsty (On God these bitches be thirsty man) give em semen not the water give em sea it has water, that's what I said in that order, my talk is the craziest Gorgeous king be my alias, out of this world dog I'm a alien, introverted my perspective ooze confidence, got them in a mess who's stopping this, I go militant on the ignorant, while I'm paying dues you be paying rent, money well spent, got no fear no I just green go, making big moves on the D-low, feeling stilo, feeling wavy haters sea sick if they try and bite.

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