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Top of the key
Against the, against the machine, like I'm
(They ain't speaking my name)
You move like AI, I move like AI
Circa 2003, but I smash like I'm banger
Nailing the cross with the hammer
Drain from the corner, ace up my sleeve
Set it straight like it's poker, see, they call me banger
But don't need bandana to flex on you posers
Flash put you at a standstill
Throw it down, you catching feelings in my poster
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Hard in the paint, I'm a shark in this tank, uh
Wrist this magic, gift this practice, mixed with passion
This what happens when you ball with the great
Just saying, I ain't calling it fate
Time is bidness, so I don't scrimmage
I'll scribble a sentence that'll cripple victims
Scoring up the dimes that I'm used to dishing
One man's loose change is another's pension
A salary cap is just reality, Jack
You ain't got the juice, boy? Where your battery pack?
Well shit, make it rain on 'em
Pick and roll, flow, switching lanes on 'em
Swerving in the bronco, shit, doing lots tho
Crowds yelling encore and bang on 'em
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Shaq Diesel when I post up
Dumping like I'm finna pack a landfill
Man to man, I plan on zoning
I hope you ain't kosher
'Cause I'm going ham with these cold cuts
Muy caliente
Sí, soy el fuego
Your boy stacking plenty
And flame by the coda
It ain't nothing but a game to me
It ain't nothing but
Slick
It ain't nothing but a game, homie
It ain't nothing but nothing
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Written by: Konrad Abramowicz

