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I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live with that
I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live with that (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Femdot & Duke Dennis]
Said, I'm back again, 'cause niggas talkin' 'bout that "Rap again"
She wanna join the roster, told her and her friends pack the bench
I'm ridin' 'round with a pack of friends
Brought a choppa so long that it look like they just packed a bench

Since time tables, I rhyme greater, hater, uh
Triple double, no assists on this shit
I just turn into my MyPlayer, player (Boy ain't no way, boy)
So my hair gettin' longer
And so is the list of the niggas that I knocked off
Flow crack, and my raps help her rocks off
Y'all not hard, and the shit I spit is rock hard (I smell what y'all niggas cookin')
And it's not bars
Who my competition? 'Cause it's not y'all (Hell nah)
Niggas Uber weak
Shorty treat me like it's Uber Eats, put the order in, slide through the streets, give her d*** drop-off (You wildin')
Get popped off for tryna pop off

No cap like I took the pop top off
Off top like a freestyle, boy you ain't know I'm the top dawg (I'm the one)
You get schooled, boy, uh, by school, boy (Uh, yeah)
The only 'Dot that's hot that's not me is probably friends with Schoolboy
King Dilla

I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live with that
I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live-

Uh, yeah
'Cause I'm the lion in my habitat
Target on my back during the riots, wasn't having that
So I hit bro like "Where the strap at?" (I need all of them)
So whole summer, I was feeding niggas moms with a Glock in my backpack
All facts, ask Jimmy, lil' bro would stack stimmys
So many moves, I would call 'em Jack Dempsey
I'm like 5'9 if I probably put some shoes on
Fourty feet tall if I stood on who I prove wrong (So tell 'em niggas move on)
I'm too strong, I been off the porch for like too long
Had cash to make Ask Tun
Whatever love we get is just past due

Niggas just ain't wanna get the scoop like a bad spoon
I got respect, and that's better than wealth
I'm amazing at this I'm also good at like everything else
If he got some beef I do not believe 'less he tell me himself
They don't believe I don't need their help, we will do it ourselves, for real

I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live with that
I was back on road, I came back home where all the real is at
I'm just sellin' flows, can't sell my soul, I gotta live with that

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