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Sep 2015
Let's make something clear,
same thing that got me here,
can make you disappear.
Hard work, motivated, man of the year.
Bright future, good look, ever clear
Black card, street cred, accepted everywhere  
ya'll dudes, ain't offending me
stop pretending B,
Ya'll trying to Kenny A G.
i got it in the BAG your not contending
I'm top tending, so no need for defending,
Stretch'n the truth, but I'm not bending
I hope you hear me, ya'll go fear me
then I a-peer, Blank stare- U just standing there-
No dirt on my hands, me handling with beef is rare.
I'm top teer- seeing things loud and clearly, vision-aire
Aire to the thrown, Millonaire
I'm so fly, I Con-Air, recline chair
your future,for a finders fee, ending indefinitely
20/20 hind-sight, judge's deputee-
after hearing me, you go need some therapy
**** gets Kalmplex- and ain't no telling what he can do.
off of the strength of me, he, destroying all off you
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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