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Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Metal on me like a beyblade

She going down on me, she saying mayday

They look at me and they wish they in my place

That's because I do not stop till my payday

Im working Monday to motherfuckin' Friday

I put in my hours Im getting that millage

She fuck on me, then she get the whole entre

Then she finna ride me she having a field day, I swear to God

My flow really murder on the beat its a massacre

Really tryna see my family eat, Im a scavenger

I be steady moving like a fleet, El Salvador

Fuckin on my girl in the sheets, Im a savage here

She be steady sucking on my meat, Ima cum in her

Yes I got the jokes and they on me, feel like Kevin heart

You niggas be rapping off beat, that was from the start

In the booth its too hot I overheat, cause my flow is hard

Look how I'm doing these features inside of my room

Yes the closet my booth, let me tell you the truth

You don't need to spend money on all of these features

Cause half of these niggas aren't good

If he talk tough ima knock out his tooth

Pussy boy we are not motherfuckin' cool

Im finna go and finesse on that niggas career

If he keep up that talking, that pussy a fool

So I wake the fuck up thinking, today Im gon' fucking make shit

I can work inside this job as long as I am promised payment

My whole life I dealt with bullshit, but that taught me fuckin' patience

I work 9 to 5, I wanna die, but I will never say shit

Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em

Who you know making these beats and then killing em

I cut em off cause a nigga ain't feeling em

He looking dusty so we get to grilling em

I knock him out, these hands what I am giving em