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Facts/
Big bang on false idols/
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles/
cll the hype go out the window with the rivals/
Facts/
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it/
Heard you lyin' all the time I believe it/
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it/
Talkin' shit you going to have to learn the hard way/
I'm the type to turn your lights out in the broad day/
Talkin' trash like you gassed off the octane/
When you know you 'bout as square as a box spring/
Your favorite rapper's pointing fingers when the cops came/
Frontin' like he pitchin' white...Sox game/
From the ground yeah I got it bitch I'm ten toes, fuck a co-sign I'd rather creep through the window/
I comend those who ain't worried bout a bimbo/
Writin' rap articles but never been to naan show/
Please don't get me started with this art shit I am Van Gogh, to the party with the shotty let the bodies hit the dance floor/
Don't know why you put these pussies on a pedestal/
Gatekeepers you gon' do what they tell you to/
You don't do it for the culture you a vulture and I'm coming through/
One false move I'll send the crew to your conference room, bitch/
Facts/
Big bang on false idols/
When the gold chain meet the assault rifles/
cll the hype go out the window with the rivals/
Facts/
Got the blind lead the blind I can see it/
Heard you lyin' all the time I believe it/
Tell Gatekeepers doing favors they can keep it/
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