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Track killa, rhyme illa, sicker than these fakers

We aint gettin cash nah we the money takers
We is ballin hard ^!$$% something like the lakers
Runin my whole town talkin every single acre

Track killa, track killa track killa
Track track killa, track killa, track killa
Countin off the days before i make my first milla

Imma track killa, track killa track killa

Verse 1:


Spitting these flows so wickedly, im splitting yo (*##$ like lickity
If a $#&@ ^!$$% try to start %#@! with me then i pity that fool like Mr.T

Vindictively ill show ya g when i burn these ^!$$%s like a third degree
So trust in me and you will see that number one spots where im gonna be


Talkin on me now whatcha saying, my flows a sword these beats im slayin -
These (*##$ ^!$$%s you know they hatin im shinin bright like a super saiyan
When i go, you cant compete, these rappers wack, they flow is weak

In skill they lack, im flowin heat, yo girl is lovin my technique

illest ^!$$% already know, i stick ^!$$%s like hypo

These people tell me im so cold, they want my %#@! on they iphone
Spittin flames like spyro, burnin tracks like pyro
These fake rappers steal my flow, erase them ^!$$%s like a typo


Every track im going hard, i wreck you ^!$$%s with no regards
Yall suckas know my flows killa but my rhymes my trump card

I love women you know that, i take ya (*##$ and she blow that
These girls want a boss ^!$$%, i get mo head than skull caps uhhh


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Verse 2:


Second verse im going in, when i start to rap, that is ya end
I kill the track, cant make amends

Schools now is session yall best attend
Im bout to teach you a lesson, yall #~!!@ ^!$$%s have me stressin
Its homicide on you fake rappers i make the pen my murder weapon


Genius rhymes up in this (*##$, skill with the flow, i mix the %#@!
Cook it up like crack when im on the track - bag it up and im flippin it

This is somethin like poetry, spit metaphors and them similies
Imagine me straight blowin trees envisioning my imagry


See me son? I am the light you know that I illuminate
Im comin up from rock bottom, i brighten even the darkest place
Going through what ive been through its a miracle that im not insane

Just motivates me to go hard, became a ^!$$% you cant contain

Dedicated to reach the top aint no ^!$$% can stop me

They jealous that i be doin good them haters they try ta drop me
My ^!$$%s showin me hella love hear my %#@! and they proud of me
But yall know with no doubt im killin tracks so properly


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Verse 3:

187 up on a track i murder it no lookin back

Im spittin bullets each time i rap, im killing it my flows a mac
stone cold i kill a verse im puttin songs up in the hearse
Im like a bubble thats bout to burst, Aint no filla, yall know that im a


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