"rap is like tennis (why?) a bunch of back and forth my ratchet's my racket
that a back em off
off wit hater head bury em still breathing /
6 feet in his own borough for no reason/
now thats it freezing/
i figure ill put the coups up get two trucks/
wit smokey grey and blue guts/
a few bucks/
that ll get you bucked/
Banks Killed it 4 real !!
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