My aims the truth
Aim and shoot
Found dumped in the trunk bitch
Rae carruth!
I aint the rapper that'll battle on Smack..
I'm the rapper with the gat on yo' hat
Listen....it go, Rap prime minister
Some say sinister
Forward, forward, high punch bitch
Fatally finish ya'
Your face look like the steak with the A1 sauce
When God let that AR off
Raaaa!
I aint the rapper that'll battle on Smack..
I'm the rapper with the gat on yo' hat
Listen....it go, Rap prime minister
Some say sinister
Forward, forward, high punch bitch
Fatally finish ya'
Starting to roam
Grab guns, bark and the chrome
Hold Glock, Globe Trot like Meadowlark in the zone
I ain't trying to be the king, give me part of the throne
Split your shit between Sean Price, Carter and Combs
Oh you dumb ass niggas know I'm smart with the poems
Call your crib, you ain't shit duke, fart on the phone
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