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[Intro Skit] [Verse 1] Err' morning baptized with New York tap It's been a minute since I've been given a New York dap These days it's like slap, pound I've been travelin', I've been babblin' Rapid ryhmes for rapid runs Just the Latin runs in my blood Pumpin the pa**ing sounds of the cityscape How many Wikis does it take to get a chick with a pretty face? Yeah, and I send a few dick pics Get back to me, I don't give a sh**, it's Just like a litmus test But it's more about the litness Rather than it, the kid's acidic I don't really know about [?] sh** All I know about roll an ounce in the kitchen And I been sippin' on, sippin' on brew Crippin' on like my life depended on Bet it ain't slippin' out my palm I ain't slippin', I'm sittin' on the corn-er Err, say a word of what you heard I lay by the bridge, I concur refers to the crib [Bridge] I'm a rap cat, you a rat act You either too industry or you backpack Man let's not get into that, get into that Damn you got to live with that, live with that [Verse 2] What it do, man? I'm the new man Comin' through with a new stance on what you knew, fam' How you know what you know That's why I don't know sh** but licks and some dough Some piff, a b**h, and a bowl Cat's act like the sh** don't go Cats better act like, "sh**, it can snow" Just a glitch of the globe Just a shake of the globe and I'm taking control Cats can't take what they know, they faked in a mold I rap from scratch, I'm made in a bowl Made by moms, made by my pops Turned to a don, learned at the stop Pastor Pat said it, it's the rapture Y'all can't rap with, y'all can't capture A picture and play Just with sh** that you say, spit that I spray I can tell you b**hmade by the sh** that you say [Bridge 2] Lil Ralph, Lil Wik Lil Me, Pat [Verse 3] Ralph tryna get in me, ain't tryna let him be, nah That represent the hell in me I've been tellin' y'all bout how the stress done made a mess of me They ain't faking what the measures be And interviewers still tryna figure out the recipe Even if I gave it, couldn't cook it I've been staying out of bookings I've been staying in myself I ain't sayin that he lookin' for the [?] under the shelf Half the sh** I rap about, man, I should be saying it myself And I'm saying it aloud I'm a-sayin' that I'm proud In the back of my mind Got my pride in a pouch And I'm tryin' not to pout, I'm tryin' not to pout Tryin' not to pout But I'm a cry baby on time out on the side of the couch And I'm signing me out Not Can't stop the rhymes in my mouth And I said this before Pathetic pat, prophetic pat, what I said anymore Pat back with the raps that get ya hat mashed Hand on your hair when I said the sh** you can't catch (Dick right now, right quick, huh?) Pat's back