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Lyrics
Verse1: Just back up off me, I'm not no softee
See me on the block just doing my thang,
On My dick, I wonder which way ya'll swang,
Brushin kids off, yo I will maintain but cha'll
can't hang, so you all reprove me,
Eatin cats in bigger bites,see,
Slurpin ya'll like icies,You ain't nice-B,
Just Try me, step up, and you'll get fuckin denied, G
Bless ya with a skill, adress ya with tha drill,
Lined up in a line, and serve ya'll ya next meal,
It's a thrill, to see fake emcees turn Big,
Fat and Black, so you call yaself the next BIG,
Get a grip kid, you ain't close to me,
study my own notes, you ain't as gross as me,
Take a Dosage, stop sleepin,Yo I'm killin all this fuckin hypnosis!
Hook: Keep on searchin, ya never find the real me,
Bleep the cursin, then 1st class'll feel me,
Alter my rhymes, just so ya'll will feel it,
Fuck that, I do me, cuz that's what I'm ill wit
Verse2: I'm runnin full blast wit a mic in my hand,
Stunnin ya'll cat's,and I ain't ripe with my stance
I'm not the type to "dance" but I will "shake" you
Put cats in the oven, and I will bake you,
It's a mistake fool, that you think ya great.
Fuck beef, Right here, Ya life's at "steak!"
And it's not too late, if you wanna stop hatin
I'll cease ya fate, if you stop negatin
Debatin, on where I end up in this damn world,
I'm Cravin, to get up in my best man's girl
and it's not right, but hey nobody's perfect
When it's hot in the moment, that's when Shirts and skirts-lift
Hook: Keep searchin, never find the real me,
Bleep cursin,1st class'll feel me,
Alter my rhymes, just so ya'll will feel it,
Fuck that, I do me, cuz that's what I'm ill wit
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