King Sage , Matt Becerra - Can’t Fw Me

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I'm a gold mouf dawg I spent a lot of time getting lost in the sauce These niggas petrified by the thoughts of the boss Every time I hit the booth I spent the rhymes of the lord Rhymes like a sword I got em if you need em I spit a million of em so you prolly couldn't beat em You not as slick as me and you don't tote it like me either Only niggas thats competitin' is from aubgd and Maybe curve if he come back wit' his tape In the land of the meek you look out for the apes Some people politicin' to get on, make shit shake But I don't give a fuck I'm The Greatest Sage Bust yo head like a... 22 Got you niggas fightin' for yo' life Tryna groove wit' dude Mental gymnastics makin' raps like a rubix cube Got the hardest shit in my hands But make it look so smooth Turn yo mothafuckin life into a horror movie Gore-y usually when I get on tracks I run assorted Boosies Pointed to me God looked down on me and said I warned you juicy Imma put a nigga on this earth that might usurp you juicy All respect big But its disrepect kids The only niggas that could fuck wit me already dead kids Competition slowly fadin' out of this existence And imma rock a thrown unchecked and untested What they sayin now Run up and lay it down The Smiling Devil lettin out Free Ammo Finna spray the crowd Pray or bow if you ain't finna hit that boof and say it loud When it come to this rap shit I'm the only nigga that make me proud I feel like my dad Treat every day like my last Hustle hard and get that bag Shake that weak shit off my back Give lil cuz a hunnid lashes Burn these beats down into ashes Get mines 'til I meet a casket Make niggas know Ikeya's bastard
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