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Moving through the city like a slick one
You too used to pity like a b**h, son
Snakes will make like roaches when the switch on
Know I'm always solid never switchin'
[Verse]
Pardon my manners
No longer in Kansas
No broads in Atlanta
Driving no panda
My shortys will sound sus'
Trying to sell us their stories
But it's just a story
I make my own beats
I play my own keys
Sounds like I'm lonely
I'm truly a hustler
Never a buster
Don't front for no false love
Guess I'm a genuine, genuine
Like rhyming, Frankenstein
Like monster, every time
I'm writing, late nights
Like ride in, on my horse
Like 5 min' after I'm
Supposed to clock in
I clock out like I'm Mr. Bolt
My screws loose, guess He missed a bolt
These bars just so mystical
Call 'em wands, no, no Gryffindor
All I want is a listen though
You don't like it, you're free to go
I promise, sh**'s hella dope
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