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feat. Black Milk

Produced By Black Milk

Push me over the edge, you gon' get a rock slide

Allow me to cut up, you gon' need peroxide

Drop heat on the street, get fried while blazing

By now my style is eyebrow-raising

Long awaited, so many songs is dated

You looked at me as if I'm wrongly stated, huh?

You mad peeved cause I make my riches rain

Plus I'm on your bitch's brain like it's stitches in a bad weave

Yo, I tell a wack nigga go (Go)

You think the flow blow, wait until the solo

Carry a four-four, hate the po-po

My bro is low pro, chopping more bricks than a dojo

The dog is out the trap fence, you're perhaps tense

Cause you ain't rap, you just yapped since my absence

So hi haters I'm back off hiatus

With my latest, mega-fly so why rate this?

I, your worst case scenario in stereo

Tailor make your suit so you can wear it for your burial

What I said was over your head so call it aerial

I stay sitting on top, position where the cherry go

What I spit inside the booth's bananas

I won't up and disappear, go poof and vanish

But on the real, I'm for the legacy and culture

You beg to be the joker, then you're egging me to yoke ya

You pull a girl but I get 'em in plural, I'm thorough

And from behind I make 'em curl like they hurled to earl

The way you bust in this rap world is sterile

And when I take you out you still gon' be twirled to swirl