Im Bruce Lee stuntin. Cant refuse these onions Donald Trump supporters, fuckin bruising up them Fool me once, thats it. Pull the toolie up, thats it When the crew meet up, thats lit Alone, Im bruising up your clique Click, clack you better get back split that like a Kit Kat This kids raps are the syntax. For your bitch rap chargin sin tax In the business, sophisticated with the homies, my fist in faces Lookin like you ate a rock all your teeth are liberated For those of yall that aint armed you better ring the alarm Cause Ill send ya to the graveyard Im an Sr. to you Jr.s All this rappin give me chapped lips Fuck a Chapstick Yo gurls fat lips should do the job fantastic Anything I touch comin to life. Fingered a girl and the bitch got pregnant Yall are defenseless. yall screamin F this Government had to cover up the wreckage Sippin cappuccinos while Im cappin chinos Captain Korean America Im not your classic hero Im screamin carpe diem while Im stealing hearts in DMs When you hear my bars go Deeyum stretchin ya arms dont reach him Smearin up those white vans with your blood damn Daniel Lions den got mad mammals treat you liked they damned Daniel Sickenin past filled with cats stickin backs fillin gaps Pennin raps Hittin back with a strengthened back Kim is back! Im poppin veins when these fake rap gods naming Pac in vain You listen to Yeezus once you think you and God the same? So a God would rock a chain? A GOD used to be locked in chains? Diss you back if you call him names? A GOD need to rob a bank? Pause that frame you all the same and more hoppin on the train Stop that train of thought you lames Gods a rank Not a name Dont rob your brain of knowledge mayne Knowledge reigns Im robbin brains Rhymin takes a mind of great amounts of age a life of pain Ill leave your baller fame in a ball of flames Im on the Rakim plane you Flocka Flame were not the same
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