Lyrics
Chico
Wayne
El
Madora
AP
take
it
E3
Smoke,
I
don't
play,
bih
I
am
the
game
Certified
real
nigga,
ask
about
the
name
Fuck
staying
humble,
go
against
the
grain
Imma
have
to
take
the
torch,
fuck
calling
Wayne
Get
a
183
to
spit
Hold
him
down,
I
suck
my
dick
Imma
show
him
how
I
get
Kill
him
softly,
no
Brad
Pitt
Bought
an
empty
out
a
clip
Flipping
songs
like
flipping
bricks
Intercepting
like
a
pick
I'm
as
good
as
you
can
get
Chico
went
back,
y'all
know
I
ain't
playing
Spit
on
the
mic,
I'm
bout
to
start
spraying
Killed
a
few
niggas,
they
started
decaying
Couple
new
rappers,
let
me
get
to
slaying
Don't
even
know
what
the
fuck
they
be
saying
Missing
this
shit,
I
been
thinking
bout
staying
Back
on
the
hunt,
I
been
going
out
praying
(Oh,
big
like
that)
Metaphor
king,
let
me
put
on
my
crown
It's
a
KO
and
it's
only
first
round
Beat
the
beat
up,
I'm
standing
my
ground
Break
this
beat
down
like
I'm
breaking
a
pound
Can't
replicate,
I'm
different
all
around
Y'all
try
to
sound
like
the
rest
of
your
town
Too
versatile
to
copy
my
sound
Follow
some
kids,
I
guess
I
was
found
(El
Madora
here)
Food
on
the
plate
All
season,
no
state
All
ice
and
no
cake
Bon
appetit,
can't
forget
to
say
my
grace
(my
bad)
E3
Smoke,
I
don't
play,
bih
I
am
the
game
Certified
real
nigga,
ask
about
the
name
Fuck
staying
humble,
go
against
the
grain
Imma
have
to
take
the
torch,
fuck
calling
Wayne
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