Praise

[Verse 1 : Pricetag]
They want the truth well the truth that's what I'm bringin'
I tell 'em that my rhymes are cold, say I'm a [?]
Hate, love, women and thugs I'm kinda between it
The 7th Letter that's what I'm screaming simply cause I mean it
I'm over niggas cryin' sayin' they underrated, so phony
I'm at the top and see I'm standing on this mountain lonely
Now support the family with a lot of doubting homie
That threat my life like a calculator, see I'm countin' on me
I come from a town where they mean mug with their chest out
And speak negative on whoever's poppin' the best out
A couple groupies with big booties that got their breast out
Who beggin' you to hit raw, you do it now you stressed out
Cause she pregnant you hear the devil knockin' for sure
They sayin' Jesus is the key, well I'mma lockin' that door
I'm too cold to be the frosted, you had the bar but you toast it
You swag was on but you off it, you had the juice but you lost it
I didge you rappers no cuffin', I'm sick you can see me coughin'
Come to my city I'm flossin' like every other so often
Uhh, oh yeah
My music bump where the agony
Ahead of my time, somebody please put the clock of back of me
Have you raper need a couch, or a hand or two
Goin' against me and you're gon' crash, Bandicoot
Picture perfect boy my life is life a sculpture
But you never could relay cause being real is a cult
Come on!

[Verse 2 : Seriious]
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