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Shit
It's
Wiz
Khalifa
man
This
shit
hot,
right?
Now
don't
blink
cause
the
flow
is
closer,
don't
think
True
diplomat,
no
Jim
Jones
and
no
Pink
And
the
city
wanna
know
what,
except
that
I
claim
Blackout
be
the
gang,
it's
attached
to
my
veins
And
I
don't
got
a
problem
giving
naps
to
Elaine
Order
every
syllable,
every
rap
to
my
name,
ye
The
grim
reaper
came
back
with
a
cane
That's
me,
spittin
crack
to
your
brain
Niggers,
they
can't
stand
me,
ladies,
they
demand
me
Damn
your
man's
handy
And
I'm
the
mayor
when
I
blam
with
them
hands
Have
you
seeing
stars
like
you
walk
with
them
Grammies
Your
reign
was
short,
I'm
running
it
now
Knock
your
teeth
out
for
biting,
now
you
be
gunning
my
style
I
keep
it,
honey
I'm
selling
them,
I'm
the
blackout
Put
my
sneakers
to
your
face,
you'll
be
running
your
mouth
It's
too
late
nigga
It's
too
late
nigga
Man,
it's
too
late
Y'all
niggas
ain't
early
enough
It's
my
time
nigga
And
some
say
I'm
contradictory
Cause
I
flow
nice
and
spit
I
mean,
trying
to
get
green
Play
it
how
I
split
teams
You'll
be
sixteen,
storming
nigga
sixteen
Six
two,
feeling
glock
with
a
sick
lean
Big
dreams,
only
two
words,
get
green
Which
means
never
had
no
job
I
spit,
to
keep
it
simple,
the
truth
like
no
lies
No
god,
I
know
why
I
make
it
clear,
there's
no
reason
for
your
life
And
I
make
it
ahead,
see
me
speeding
and
blow
by
You
dudes
fake,
I
see
through
you
with
closed
eyes
And
won't
stop,
till
they
can
get
rich
And
make
pay
from
the
rap
I
spit
It
ain't
hard
to
tell,
like
a
snitch,
that
I'm
next
on
deck
And
care
less
about
who
making
the
pay
Listen,
it's
too
late
It's
too
late
nigga
It's
too
late
man
It's
too
late
Y'all
dudes
fake,
pray
for
me
It's
my
time
nigga
You
catch
rabies
if
you
bite
this
hair
Safe
to
say
I
don't
like
to
share,
ye
You
see
I'm
what
the
ladies
want,
so
they
like
to
stare
I'm
a
beast,
I
eat
tracks
and
bite
the
snare
See
I
got
blind
eyes
and
they
like
the
glare
Dudes
hate
cause
I
rock
shit
they
like
to
wear
And
I'll
battle
anybody
who
can
fight
the
fan
Spit,
crack,
put
the
pipe
in
their
ears
And
my
boys
have
the
nigga
broke
down
in
a
second
Shots
split
a
clown
into
sections
Round
your
protection,
I'm
back
at
it
like
a
crack
addict
The
fact
I
spit
crack
dog,
I'm
ass-backwards
I
lay
it
down,
bring
a
clown
to
his
knees
See,
we
be
a
truce
in
D,
ye
And
niggas
faking
like
they
kicking
cause
they
moving
them
keys
But
if
I
shoot
you
I
be
doing
a
deed
nigga
It's
too
late
It's
too
late
nigga
It's
too
late
man
It's
too
late
Y'all
niggas
ain't
early
enough
It's
my
turn
nigga
1 History In the Making / Never Too Late
2 Pittsburgh Sound
3 Bout Mine
4 I Choose You
5 Damn Thing
6 Stay In Ur Lane
7 Too Late
8 I'm Gonna Ride
9 Let Em Know
10 Crazy Since the 80s
11 Intro
12 Burn Sumthin
13 Keep the Conversation
14 Stand Up
15 Gotta Be A Star - Feat. Juliano & S. Money - Remix
16 Locked & Loaded - Feat. Kev Da Hustler
17 Sometimes
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