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Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my

own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my

rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got

Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock

E'rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats

Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like *****es and parakeets

(Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it

(Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it

I'm like a legend or, some kind of prophecy

Sent here to set you free, rest play or follow me

into another world, deep inside yo' own soul

This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows

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