leave you wreck n back like that text went flat
flex wit bats
i couldnt a wreckd a cat, stretch the fat chewed in my teeth grittin
keep spittin when weak simp's in my streak flinchin get beat to inches of they life
i spray mics
fuck they hype. i straight light up the place twice a match's tip
dispatch ya bitch wida flash ya glimpse like a 35
swerve to find my nerve n blind ya learnin my lessons like buddhas
ya bitin on my weight like barricudas
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