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Reks
Yeah yeah yeah
All this s**t I could rap to right here I could rap to right here
Kinda like this n***a's b***h man
Who got the K s**t yeah yeah
OK yeah I rap it that right there yeah
Glorious sanitations and hellos
In other ways it's peace to my hip hop fellows
Been a lot of ups and downs in the ghettos
Not the loud or the pistols
Talking about crowds up in Bristol
Skyping with my kids 'daddy miss you'
Wish I can be there to hug and kiss you
Distance the issue relentless the
AKA grind s**t get big time
Cook the classic wake them up
Vinnie style pimping superior to inferior lead a chit chat
The shout to the missing martyrs f**k for all us
Beautiful parlors with the giant jogging from the nagging
Father MC the father MC to God be the glory
Spouse to the victim off the chain the scale of Richter
Mr Glass meet the pain inflector
Cross out your name add me to the list of
Quietest in the lips like whispers
Grown to a venomous growl my signature wild
Wow Is so glamorous
More cash style you often
I'm in love with the pen
Upper class see you all with a*s with the
Master craftsmen swept past as if this is past emotion
Picture closed caption
In the zone adapting to the habitat better feel
Tone like a thunder clap
All my GOB number jack like one on one I make you bow wow
N***a bow down the jewels for the crown
You fools send me down as I sizzle Sorte
These sounds all day flawless flaw my on my vocation
Sun shines shout full cap
Gift the gap oh shade
Talking cute not the cousin
Verbal aka machine gun talk
Make them lean like the fiend gone dumb
Bagger scumb you Shawty
And you also come to the world perfect
Verses make you think of a funeral service
Rest in peace to your b***h a*s MCs
Eyes watching God that you n***as nervous
Word up