Rally - GARZI, Duki, H Roto

If not I’m gettin' dirty

We can go inside and stay in

Who that talking down, on Mike D

The decision of your life now whatcha gonna do

How can you beat a G a week in '88?

Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn

She still thinks I’m coming home

So recognize this, who the nicest

In the icy candy paint

I’m the rap soloist that you can’t resist

Man we can’t, man we ain’t

His shit look like spray paint

I had to move on

They’re puking on my lawn

From my imagination

You the stank pussy motherfucker!

Out of frustration came aggravation

Cause you know the God’s butter

Yo ain’t no sucker

So even more scars accumulated

Had to keep it g rated

Bound to make your neck snap

I wear a silk Guess denim, and alligators

Yo, I’m like a superhero in rap

Fuck you, to all you haters

Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers

Like I ain’t never seen before

Don’t you recognize me anymore?

Ain’t broke a law in your life

Get a get-right pass at midnight mass

I’m tired, I’m tired of living li-ife

Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass

My task to be fast from the rhythmic liquid moving mass refresh edit delete

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I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins

And I can leave with the phattest bitch, swervin lanes

Like, just turn the highs way down, there we go

Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn

Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe

The Barry Bonds of any song your hear me on

Iceberg Smith taught me how to move like a don

I only trust a-alikes, And trust they will fight

First as I right, recite and ignite