Tom: C# minor
Verse 1
Writer's block, part four
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Heck, I'm back in the building
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Try tell these stupid nig gas,
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It's too easy for me
Unh, check it
These flaggerin' thugs got
hate in they blood
Shit, it may be the bars that cater to grudge
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But I cater to drugs that take them above
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You couldn't shit on a set
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if this was slave all love
Love your man's a menace,
get blammed in minutes
Tell it, jam or finish for this
band and tennis
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Nigga, damn, I'm rented,
I done ran through ditches
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Blowing damn cake like
it had some candles in it
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Midget, I race past your fake ass
Bumping my music, but I ain't rate cash
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Eat dirt, taste gas
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Straight laugh at these haters who aim
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This street shit,
your whole style is radio fringe
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Look, when it's prime time,
bite our grime mines
Sean's blind, wrist brighter than Einstein
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rotten at five -nine
Four -O -Z, they'll wipe
out your timelines
lettin' them guns clap
Press like a thumbtack,
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left where you pump back
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You peddlers dumb -whack,
the chef make it come back
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I was stretchin' like I'm
gettin' ready to run track
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I'm on another level,
you peep my swaggin 'ness
These niggas swaggerless,
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I'll show you how to swag this shit
Come through stuntin', lightin' a fat L
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Ask that Martin have him lookin'
tighter than Maxwell
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Let a nigga front,
he'll be bitin' a cat shell
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A happy way these other niggas
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lighted and passed out
I get it crackin' scrappy
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This'll be the only way
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you hear somebody clappin' at me
Give it up for the Critically Acclaimed
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Gb
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A .R. Fuckin' Ryder, whoo!
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What the fuck I'm talking about, man?
That boy speak the truth, man.
All these niggas ain't spittin'
it like you out here, man.
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Nah, not at all.
These niggas too simple for you, Ryder.
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ABC flow, man.
You been doing this shit
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since Writers Block Part 1, nigga.
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And we still here, nigga.
Nigga, this right here
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is what I call greatness, y 'all.
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Matter of fact, why y stop clap ping?
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Stand up, salute this man.
Samocha Excellence right here.
That is Black Pro 4.
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Let's go the fuck in, nigga.
Yeah, nigga.
It's Dipset.
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