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6 on my back, crossing kings in my range But I want Moore - be the thane with the reigns Insane in the brain like bane I'm arcane Milling the hill watch that corn exchange And I got the aim, these rappers afraid Cutting it close, I come through with the fade Away with the shots, drop thunder like Dame Beat buzzers the same, when it hits that the game Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Other rappers only running for the runner up Bun getting lean, no tummy tuck Bars got a kick like punter, yeah we ballin' up I'm balling out, I pull it out (yeah) Shining all bright like a light house (ice) Blinded by the ice, issa white out (snow) Playing god in the sky, with my penthouse (I'm about to end this man's whole career) Ride or die with the bros, no Abel and Cain We're gladiators, are you not entertained Flipping out, we moving Cirque de Soleil Intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain Don't bring the food, then I'm gonna 86 you Loud start, no fisker Don't matter how you paint it I'm an artist you ain't in the motherfucking picture Yeah that shit is not an issue My gang, yeah we finna blow Like a motherfucking tissue Your bitch suck my dick and then kiss you Fountaine blows like I'm French, hoe Aiku fresh outta Tokyo Esoteric, but not Dutch, though Forename a solider, no buffaloo (Yeah, they had us the first half, I'm not gonna lie) Ride or die with the bros, no Abel and Cain We're gladiators, are you not entertained Flipping out, we moving Cirque de Soleil Intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain Spin the chamber, that's a pirouette Shoot, spit and pass it, that's the triple threat Who's writtens bang? show a lil respect We stay off smoke, f*ck a cigarette F*ck a cigarette, like to pipe though Trade my match Attax for a nice hoe Got her singing for me, that's a high note Leave her on red on the low, like a typo Aight bro, don't bait main like I'm pyscho Spitting fire like a pyrotechnics 3rd leg no prosthetics (I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm, I'm kinda retarded) Ride or die with the bros, no Abel and Cain We're gladiators, are you not entertained Flipping out, we moving Cirque de Soleil Intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain Ride or die with the bros, no Abel and Cain We're gladiators, are you not entertained Flipping out, we moving Cirque de Soleil Intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain