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Cj Da Poet Grind hard in my basement Lame niggas who hating Y'all giving out those statements Really trying my patience No serial number no tracing Studying the craft while pacing In these streets like pavement Your mindset be basic That's why I don't fuck with ya'll Ya'll ain't really 'bout this work (This work) You shouldn't get involved You might just end up on a shirt (Raa) Around here they pop niggas Yea they'll pop you off a Perk (Perk) Bands in my pocket, if you reach you will get hurt (Get hurt) Blazing burn marks on your Gucci Type of smoke ain't nothing new too me (New too me) Pull up to the 'telly and my bitch greet me with nothing (Nudity) That weed got me right (Curing me) You ain't secure the bag (Kidding me) Talking 'bout a mac I'm the epitome Yea I'm the epitome Witnessing the christening, bubbling I'm blistering Breaking it down with the kitchen ware Hard work will get you there Fuck a doubt I got the pen and the willpower to get me there So who really gonna care Pussy boy better grow a pair (Grow a pair) If you hating then go over there (Yea) I'm the one who made his own chair Niggas ain't 'bout what they say they gone get You niggas is pets, you puppets I do what i want with a bitch and say fuck it I'm up in the hood with my jewelry don't tuck it I say I'd make noise now I'm bringing the ruckus In memory of Kobe I'm shooting those buckets Bow bow bow I want it right now (Ayy) I want it right now (Ayy) That's my style