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Uh, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Yeah, I'm on the come up

Yeah, yeah

Uh

Negro, please, I'm on the come up

If you think you can test me, ninga, Just run up, get dun up

Young what? Young entree

You know I'm outcast

I'm Andre, big boy, big boy stylin', stylin

Stylin' up in here with a wooden medallion

Uh-uh, I'm the champion

Tell me how I did, we wanna romp With son

Uh, I've been spittin' it since so Young

Uh-uh, you know how it goes down

I got that Makai fisher n , my cypher

Put that in the piper , Ya lifer

I swear to God, I'm a tree tree

From the 416-6-6

I swear to God, my ninga

I'm rappin' forever, no facade

I got that R to the Aw!, my ninga

For your life, you better thank God, NiNga

You know I stand up, I touch the Podium again

You know I'm rockin' once I'm goin In rollin

Rounds of the bars and the bars on The track

I swear to God, I never come and whack

Not like them though, uh-uh-uh

Off top, nigga, I don't need no pencil

I don't need no insults, I need no info

Excuse me, I blow dro straight out The window

In the backseat of the rental

You know these ningas pink like flamingos

Uh, cause they're chillin' with birds though

I heard this nigga wanna be a bird though

There you go with the transgender

Shit again

I swear I'm on my spinach ', shit like I'm Mexican

As the world keeps spinnin

You know a young boy, young boy still winnin

Cause when I grinning , it's 24 karats

I know she gon' love it

Cause that girl's ski-o-dozy

I swear to God, I'ma make her dozy

Off by my crib, dozy

Straight OZ, straight OZ

With the rose', uh

I get a tipsy off the liquor jack, uh

I'm a straight Mac, a matter of fact

You wanna be just some dependent on my income tax

I think, no Lord, You a loser, dude

Uh, uh, uh, you know I be rappin' like a Rubik's Cube

You know I do music, dude

Every time I'm in the building or b Roilin', the crowd just moves

Uh, baby, baby, I'm back

Yeah, for the 2015, man

It's your boy, man

You know markham nEglinton, man

Sir Wilfred Laurier, man

What's good? What's good

Huh? Wha a gwan

Huh? Tell me, man, what's really Gwanin , my G

All that sigh is over, man

All that shit is over

All that, you already know who it is

All that B.S. is over

You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma get back to doin' me

All that other shit is dead, you heard

Dead, straight goods

I don't wanna hear about that isshh, kill that noise