F-I-G-U-R-E ain't nobody really gon' fuck with me
Up in S-Y-D till I D-I-E I be Ali on the M-I-C
I need more stamps on my passport
Pause now back to my cashflow
Forward now I'm on the M4 in a matte black Lambo
OWS Credentials, I lost my motherfucken momentum
Was gassed but then I ran outta petrol
But I'll be damned if ever again I let go
I got hit songs in my repertoire, I'm focused like cameras
Young Hov type calibre, teach you how to A-C-T- like Canberra
I'm just tryna win, damn right I'm just tryna win
I got no match like Iverson
And these beats get smoked like Stuyvesant
They know, they know N-E-O really bout to be an icon
I K-O, K-O every beat cos I find the mic enticing
Treachery you'll never see it come
The target is black boys
They build you up and then pray you fall
Got me feeling like Majak Daw
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