.[Verse]
My flow hard to bite for all you stale eaters
And I'm still smart as hell like a Yale teacher>
Pneumonia, I'm hot-headed, rare fever>
Foul call, no foul ball, play fair, people
I tell Bone that I'm a young nigga, worth some car lots
Two cellphones and a pistol, I call s.
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