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Yeah, yeah<br /> I don't know what else to say<br /> I can't, I can't think of nothin'<br /> I'm stumpedHere we go<br /> On your feet<br /> Stand up<br /> Everybody hands upUh, man, I dunno, man<br /> Every time I go to think of something played out to say<br /> You already said it, RoyceI ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus<br /> I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up<br /> All these plains, all these lames since the Slaughter's came up<br /> 'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained upNiggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent<br /> Because of my relationship<br /> With Marshall, used to make me a little partialBut here's the brain fuck<br /> We the same 'cause I'm probably about to fall out<br /> With a Young Buck<br /> While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' Game upBitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat<br /> You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit-Kat<br /> Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye bye<br /> Maybe my glock can turn your top to baby's MaybachMy shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me, nigga<br /> It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get<br /> The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets<br /> Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop<br /> Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toastI only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca<br /> Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox<br /> Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'<br /> While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink penI'm back, motherfucker<br /> Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL<br /> I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers<br /> How y'all realer? If I said it, I did it<br /> If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealerGive up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa<br /> That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up<br /> Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup<br /> Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher<br /> Wait 'til they get a load of me 'causeI've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk, models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club but I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said that'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit and just say, "Aye"<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> (Psyche)When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it<br /> Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built<br /> Floatin' on the same water Moses split<br /> Poetry in motion but we sittin' on your grave site, overkillAren't you tired, why are you so loud? Quiet<br /> Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid<br /> You dudes is too excited<br /> You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidalYou will just be another victim<br /> I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie<br /> I'm a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in movies<br /> Y'all just got scriptedGot y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she wit' ya<br /> When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'<br /> Tryin' to put her mind into the inside of my zipperI'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems<br /> Not a problem I've encountered<br /> I have found elephants, lions, clowns<br /> Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus<br /> At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire roundsPun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?<br /> Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it<br /> Since I decided to start class diss<br /> All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absentI authorize my own all-access<br /> Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'<br /> Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan<br /> Her pussy need to be blocked and reported as spamBong, Interscope up in this dope and I sell it<br /> My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes<br /> And they tryin' to mail 'em to me, tryin' to reach my phone<br /> I don't know which one is harder<br /> Tryin' to not to take your bitch or tryin' to get rid of my ownI've got Gucci's on my feet, diamonds on my neck<br /> Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick<br /> But y'all already said thatChoppers in the trunk, models in the front<br /> Bottles in the club but I don't give a fuck<br /> But y'all already said that'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard<br /> For me to come up with shit and just say, "Aye"<br /> I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all<br /> I think I'm runnin' out of cliches, I'm gettin' writer's block<br /> (Psyche)Man, get the bozak<br /> We need to start bringin' that shit back<br /> (Mad flavor)<br /> Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go catch some wreck<br /> (We in effect, money, hahaha)Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real<br /> On the strength, no diggity<br /> I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on<br /> Haters get the gas face, hahahahLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>