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I'm Grade A, Suma Cum Laude/
Poker Face Charlie playing 3-Card Molly/
Pocket full of Bob Marley Loud Cloud in the party/
Feel the full court pressure man i'm just getting started/
Bring it back to the skill again smack up ya grill again/
Your off-beat flow sounds lost... GILLIGAN/
My grind so diligent my shine so militant/
Black fists in the sky ain't nobody realer than/
The Chief, ask around i get it down, i put a end to shit/
A pro, my penmanship come with benefits/
Act your age, I'll bash ya brains/
out your frame Know your place kid stay in your lane/
NAH, I'm the one, we ain't one in the same/
One Of A Kind, THE SUN, Imma shine call it my reign/
The track fit for a king, I spit for the ring/
THE CHAMP IS HERE, that's the song I sing/
it goes: 1 For The Paper 2 For The Grind/
3 For them Haters 4Ten state of mind/
Baltimore City, plenty gritty niggas behind me/
Step into your city limits put your niggas 2 silence/
Gimme what's mine you can't hang, gimme a sign/
Cause Imma bang bang boogie get the goodies and slide/
Look at my fresh, anyway u put it im fly/
Looking my best anytime i pop in your mind/
I showroom hop, u home shopping on line/
I showed dudes hot, & now they copying mine/
Well I except nothing less than the top of the line/
From the whips 2 chics i let hop in my ride/
And now they wanna slow my roll and my mastermind/
So they could master mine and my master grind/
I mash-out pedal 2 the floor, MATCH MY DRIVE/
I Stand out amongst boys I'm a man wit mine/
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