[Hook]
Ain't never been known for no duckin'
The 'Nati, known for that buckin'

You talkin %#@! then I'm bustin'
I came up in the %#@! that I'm talkin' 'bout


[Verse 1]
Gotta make move you to this, cuz if you don't then I gotta shoot the fifth at ya shoes and %#@!
Now I don't wanna be rude and (*##$, but if you don't move then I will shoot while the music hits

I ain't really that new to this, so I got a few tools I can use to produce a hit
I ain't talking about shooting the clip, talking using the music, to make sure that you moving ya hips
I gotta team fulla dream weavers, that produce steam, like they breathe ether

Yea we hot as $#&@, I don't know about y'all, if you ain't hot as us, better get your degrees up
Believe us, we up, while you got ya feet up, sipping margaritas
We up, grinding hard as $#&@, like we !@#%s, getting ready for the re-up

See us. Not yet? You will in minute, everybody got the vision, and we in it. to win it
We gonna get it. til we. got it. Then we gonna flip it, make sure you cop it
Take it from the basics, startin' underground like the ba!@&(t, man, then we build up

Everyone here thirsty, we tryna fill cups. The only people we accept is real around us
We ain't even askin' nicely, we aint even askin', just gon' start jackin'
Soon as I start rappin', things happen when my music is blastin'

Everybody gonna know how it feels, when I'm comin down like rain drops on your windshield
So you know I'm colder than snow at 20 below, cause when I flow you feel the windchill yea!


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[Verse 2]

Gotta get the %#@!, get rid of it quick, hit a lick, then flip it
Get it again, get rid of it quick, hit a lick, flip it again, that's how a hustler makes his ends
You can't stop a hotter flo, not a lot a ya'll know, that I'm burnin' like a lot a dro'

Even if you sitting in the back row, at a packed show, I'ma still make you rise like a plateau
A real emcee has a dope flow plus a dope show, they come together like a marriage
The rap game is here damaged, and these hip hop here heads is famished

So grab my CD, look at the back and peep the nutrition facts
Got a dope flow (check). Content (check). (Yup) I'ma eat the track
I bet some of y'all is really lovin this, thinking that I'm talking bout some ole gangsta %#@!

Ain't I even talking about real guns and clips, I'm talking about the lyrical bullets that I spit from my lips
Now I really do got guns, but I know not one real person that will feel
Lyin on the track, really has an appeal, cuz everybody round here know you ain't real (for real)

The only way you touch cash is, if you asking paper or pla-stic
You're G Pass is ab-sent, go to hood, can't gain ac-cess
You mapped out your past like an at-las, when it comes to your rap, the fact is

You might have fans 'cross the map, (*##$. But you really on a real G black-list

R.I.P. to all the fake muh$#&@as out there. You know who I'm talking to. Yea! Let's go!


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