Hands down Notti. Hands down my nigga. There's no comp.
When you got the pen Notti, my boy, you got the pen. My shit extends way past poetry. way past making a fucking punchline. way past writing speeches, essays, fucking papers, contracts, programs for my city.
and way past writing a song. you can't see me on ANY level my nigga. ANY. i'm trying to tell you the truth man...
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Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
Til these niggas start acting
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gone let 'em have it
Ballin' like the March Madness
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
I'm the one that's living lavish
Like I'm playing for the Mavericks
I didn't wanna fuck the bitch, the molly made me fuck her
Even though she average