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Song Lyrics:

I'm a rhyming spree, you can't sell me shit I been rockin since a youngin can't tell me shit/ you can't trace my bullets you can't get this clip/ I came hard for a while you can't test this grip/ I need a Biggie pass, still I'm in a small town/ still I empty a trigger still I'm holding it down/ still I level and I rise to the sound gotta battle can't settle for a pound/ maybe hunnet million euros I ain't currency bound/ so what I'm a Nigro my hood got me bright/ still racism is well hidden in a plain sight/ few black faces, I need black faces/ I'm here comin up with rap facets/ I'm STILL cautious I step patient/ I need doe cause I'm here bakin/ STILL I meet hatred/ my new ex hatin/ I been through hell and I met Satan/ my demeanor is still dark vador, I'm in the wild I need a camping set/ I made a deal with the devil if I come out I'm pilling more bodies to just send him back/ so I'm leavin these rappers making head counts/ I still rumble in the jungle with a lead out/ still they sleeping on me I get the bed now/ still I'm a secret weapon get em all dead down... I get mean, my father was a dead beat/ I'm a cash fiend I fuck with some rare breeds/ still I pack heat on level you can't reach/ I'm a heart beat made the bragging art weak last year I was soundin like I'm this year/ this year you just sounding like you last year/ I got flair my pengame is sounding unfair/ every year I keep it coming I ain't yet there/ still sober but I'm on these bars like an inmate/ still perpetual I ain't kinda crazy I'm really insane/ I'm a phantom myself, so what's a ghost writer/ cut the optic nerve, and leave you with no fibres I do this with ease... I spit fire make your soul light up/ I'm the one who goes hard, and I take you as a known cider/ wait util I'm permanent, all this work is just piece job/ I'm still here and I ain't ready to say peace yow/ still V.i.N.T

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