Man, fuck Russell Peters
That fool got one leg, talkin' bout he bout to run it up
Your mama got lace front pussy hair but we've all seen this before
Cause I've got some shit, man
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
When I die want a pyramid off the 105
So you can see it next to LAX when you drive by
Big LED screens to light up the sky
And my mind converted to AI
So my great gandkids can talk to baba with wifi
And ask why Ras slicker than KY
I got sleep apnea, why you sleepin' on me
Got a chip on my shoulder and a fucking bad knee
That funky, that wet hair, honky, that dog in me
I ball hard till God give me my shot, my spot's finna boss up
Ain't just flunky, y'all in the mirror like monkey
See monkey do and it do look wonky
I got that drug mule donkey
Even my half ass shit is crack, no gas
I hit them tracks like junkie
So if you need that, I got that, homie
We drop that shit, you cop that shit
See us real time, no, we got that shit
According to the blood test, they say it's in my DNA
The cryolab said they'd even pay
I got two Os of gelato, I got flow cold in Chicago
Six feet four, I stand on business
Bet y'all crash the whip off this shit, really y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got a whole lot to say, not a whole lot of time
I travel on the path with the tribe, check the rhyme
I display shine like a jewelry store
That's what the groupies saw, I keep smoke like a humidor
Pay attention to the speaker with the keynotes
I got about an hour, then I gotta see the P.O
Hit me on speed dial, I got what you need
The real hip hop, block work for the fiends
Say, say, what you got for your badass cousin
Remember me, Uncle Sam's son, boy I'm leaving here with something
Of yours, cause there's something on my mind
All these nigga outta pocket make the wallet hard to find for the criminal
Bars make the microphone fiend take chemicals
Streaming through the ventricles
I got love for the game, got the heart to match
I got the world in my palms, yeah I got it like that
My feature verse, murder for hire, I'm Lil Durk
Only time I'm really spiritual is pouring a Port
Almost moved to Puerto Rico, poppin' a cork
Proposed to be a princess, but Papa a jerk
Cause my pullout game is nice, cockblocking the stork
More committed to work, devastated, her feelings was hurt
I got trust issues, got a lust demon
Rappers, I must diss you, but I got no reason
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
I got that shit y'all, I got that shit y'all
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