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Real writer

Real writer

Real writer

We’re the real writers

Real writer, real MC

More time cuz, got plenty

Drive Renault right now, soon Bentley

Got P for a QB if it’s hefty

Cops in the rear view, don’t sweat, g

Hit that weed in the vape then I jet g

Disappear when I kick-off like Jet Li

Develop P just zonin', raggo composin' ammo

Grand like pianos

Infinite with the death in the text, never shallow

My image is a shadow, reflecting my talent

Shadow must mean that light is apparent

In my mind is a palace

Entwined with the smoke from the chalice

Don’t choke, get embarrassed 'cause I hit that savage

Still inflict lung damage

Run rabbit run yeah there’s enough gutter trappers

All I’m baggin' up’s music

Bruv don’t confuse it

I been on this thing since day

Still forever reppin' with some new shit

Rackin' up Rackin' up

See my tracks here?

They be stackin' up stackin' up

Never static, I be the baddest

All over the atlas my rappin' be smackin' the planet up

I pull other wolves in my lap, right, no hangin' up

Man i got bangers like Ante Up

I kidnap the amateurs, hit em with punchlines-the hammerins

Made in black magic is tragic for challengers

I be a anarchist anchored in harrowing passages

Tryna get through past the barriers

Jettin' at harriers

Mandem are angry I’ve never been happier

Smackin' a track to piss

We take the game like a cancerous ravenous

Who said the blame ain’t on you it’s your habitat

You got the choice to just act how you wanna act

Poisonous actions assassinate character

All I’m baggin' up’s music

Bruv don’t confuse it

I been on this thing since day

Still forever reppin' with some new shit