All you now haters used to be my spectators
Dirty game slick players
They quick wanna be famous
They have a long road to go still
Fling skills post most don't
Know the blows when the caps pill
Don't let the rumors hit ya
Gunmen scripture
Caught in the act they stole tracks
Blamed the liquor
The most dominant gunmen attacking holding bombs
In hand
Throw it on them kids who tried competing with
The documents
Recognize the best in this game feel the blessings
Town without passion we rule without a question
What now we made u this official drop out
You kept the doors locked
But f*ck it I'm about to blow the locks out
I'm always freaking
Watch me reason in a judgment season
Allow me to be chosen with the post
That most be needing
Most of y'all sleeping
Postmen gave them treatments
Teachings by the laws of men
Forced to men I'm specimen
I told ya Postmen's roots and culture
These stolen arts
Now stars fronting hard
Now me and Lars
Socialized deviced this for life
Still most starve
To those involved they knew the Volvo
S40 heavy cargo docks borough
Diablo maceo gunmen steelo
We post promos print polo's
Kids dress baggy like komo
My styles stings locals
Kills and travels global
Entire platforms blown
Got cloodned by a nono
Because of fraud most of y'all got stuck in
Their mirage
Got their stuff packed in their garage
Dreams about living large they failed bizarre
Braggin shit over 48 bars
Gettin'jiggy with the industry
And hope to hit the charts
They study songs to long
So it adapts to the songs they put on
They even copied the equipment they once heard
They loop on
Sick thoughts
Sick of y'all rip offs
Sick of y'all plots
Sick of y'all men calling yourself real but ain't not
Convicted for a crime called arts stolen
See the judge be the post kid y'all failed opposing
Dockers will be rolling large never roll with Stolen arts
Keep my art original when fail I'll be a criminal
I told ya
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All you now haters used to be my spectators
Dirty game slick players
They quick wanna be famous
They have a long road to go still
Fling skills post most don't
Know the blows when the caps pill
Don't let the rumors hit ya
Gunmen scripture
Caught in the act they stole tracks
Blamed the liquor
The most dominant gunmen attacking holding bombs
In hand
Throw it on them kids who tried competing with
The documents
Recognize the best in this game feel the blessings
Town without passion we rule without a question
What now we made u this official drop out
You kept the doors locked
But f*ck it I'm about to blow the locks out
I'm always freaking
Watch me reason in a judgment season
Allow me to be chosen with the post
That most be needing
Most of y'all sleeping
Postmen gave them treatments
Teachings by the laws of men
Forced to men I'm specimen
I told ya Postmen's roots and culture
These stolen arts
Now stars fronting hard
Now me and Lars
Socialized deviced this for life
Still most starve
To those involved they knew the Volvo
S40 heavy cargo docks borough
Diablo maceo gunmen steelo
We post promos print polo's
Kids dress baggy like komo
My styles stings locals
Kills and travels global
Entire platforms blown
Got cloodned by a nono
Because of fraud most of y'all got stuck in
Their mirage
Got their stuff packed in their garage
Dreams about living large they failed bizarre
Braggin shit over 48 bars
Gettin'jiggy with the industry
And hope to hit the charts
They study songs to long
So it adapts to the songs they put on
They even copied the equipment they once heard
They loop on
Sick thoughts
Sick of y'all rip offs
Sick of y'all plots
Sick of y'all men calling yourself real but ain't not
Convicted for a crime called arts stolen
See the judge be the post kid y'all failed opposing
Dockers will be rolling large never roll with Stolen arts
Keep my art original when fail I'll be a criminal
I told ya
Dirty game slick players
They quick wanna be famous
They have a long road to go still
Fling skills post most don't
Know the blows when the caps pill
Don't let the rumors hit ya
Gunmen scripture
Caught in the act they stole tracks
Blamed the liquor
The most dominant gunmen attacking holding bombs
In hand
Throw it on them kids who tried competing with
The documents
Recognize the best in this game feel the blessings
Town without passion we rule without a question
What now we made u this official drop out
You kept the doors locked
But f*ck it I'm about to blow the locks out
I'm always freaking
Watch me reason in a judgment season
Allow me to be chosen with the post
That most be needing
Most of y'all sleeping
Postmen gave them treatments
Teachings by the laws of men
Forced to men I'm specimen
I told ya Postmen's roots and culture
These stolen arts
Now stars fronting hard
Now me and Lars
Socialized deviced this for life
Still most starve
To those involved they knew the Volvo
S40 heavy cargo docks borough
Diablo maceo gunmen steelo
We post promos print polo's
Kids dress baggy like komo
My styles stings locals
Kills and travels global
Entire platforms blown
Got cloodned by a nono
Because of fraud most of y'all got stuck in
Their mirage
Got their stuff packed in their garage
Dreams about living large they failed bizarre
Braggin shit over 48 bars
Gettin'jiggy with the industry
And hope to hit the charts
They study songs to long
So it adapts to the songs they put on
They even copied the equipment they once heard
They loop on
Sick thoughts
Sick of y'all rip offs
Sick of y'all plots
Sick of y'all men calling yourself real but ain't not
Convicted for a crime called arts stolen
See the judge be the post kid y'all failed opposing
Dockers will be rolling large never roll with Stolen arts
Keep my art original when fail I'll be a criminal
I told ya