Key: A minor•
Verse 1
I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match
for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with
everything you have
Prepare yourself
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Am
Hahaha, this that real hip- hop shit
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Am
Maryland state of mind whenever
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Am
we rhyme
Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off,
Verse 2
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I love that you feelin'
this like withdraws
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Am
B
Aim to do more than just please,
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F
more like to ease
platter to the hateful
See me shine in they face and then
they start feelin' so grateful
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Am
To be alive be fore it's off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like it's Cable and Kane
I got time to kill any more of you,
if you got too much pride anneal
Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble,
but darker than Satan, hol' up
Please don't think no part of this
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Bb
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Am
Probably say that I'm just poppin' off
Out the mouth I say, of course,
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Bb
Spit what's real,
Shop out my seal,
since I was a mass informant
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B
Inside my mother's abdomen, uh
'til they told my shoulder
I'm outta pocket more
My birthin' doctors was bad as
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F
healin' as Aquaphor
Am
Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats,
B
I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, really
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I do humbly receive, this melody
Am
uh
Verse 3
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fucker,
y'all know what's up (uh)
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Am
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It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (yeah)
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Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran,
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set it off (uh, uh)
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It's Leon
Verse 4
the
Teflon, vagabond
we've been on
RattPack, nigga,
now we never switch form
And I'm right back, nigga,
like I've never been gone
Fuck calm, ring the alarm
you know I drop bombs
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Am
Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz
Bb
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Am
Never verse us, fucked up, trust us
Y'all see before the gusto
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Am
Holmes dead, mics on sight
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Am
The arsonist, apart from this
Life as you know it,
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B
cold- blooded, they all know it
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F
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All seen it, plot Zenith, can't reach us
Verse 5
To the start of this book for the fame,
had nothin' to lose
Everything to gain when this
shit wasn't a game
So you came with your heart,
feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay
with perfect game in the dark
Playin' games leave you
layin' in the chalk
Want beef,
then we bringin' it a la carte
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Verse 6
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Am
Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker
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Am
RattPack all day, real all the time,
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F
Y'all ain't ready for that College
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Am
Park shit though (hahaha)
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Am
We the Maryland boys, homie
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Am
Eat a dick
Outro 1
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