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I didn't mean to make you hate me, (rewinding)
I didn't mean to make you hate me, (scratching)
I didn't mean to make you hate me,
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y. (rewinding)

I didn't mean to make you hate me, but I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y.
A lot of bullshit rappin' lately, I ain't focused on that, cause I'm stackin' daily.(a-huh)
Keep a good sack, could mack your lady.
19 years, not one cat that play me. (no.)
Heard otherwise, trust. You crazy.
Swagger all on some old, fuck you, pay me. (fuck you)
They say the flow cocky, maybe I should fall back.
Hatin' cause you not me, I say to hell with all that. (all that)
I'm in this game to get my ones up, (yeah)
Beast on beats, trying to teach you dumb fucks.(yeah)
Think shit sweet just cause he's a young buck, I spit heat, Wiz eat you chumps up.
To them I'm great for how I make songs, to you I'm probably just another nigga to hate on. (damn)


But it's the hustla, Young Khalifa.
I (what?) smoke so much, I love my reefa'
Why niggas so into me, fam. Tryin' to end up missin', like the Kennedy fam.
Lotta cash flow, asshole.
The team gettin' cake in my state, they get rid of weight like Ricki Lake,
The mixtape made this shit look real fun,
Dropped Show and Prove, now you dudes lookin' real dumb.

You better run nigga, (run nigga) run, motherfucker, run. (run run)
When that young motherfucker come.
Before you try to bring it to this kid,
Pay attention to how I do this shit, cause it ain't easy.
Dimes wan' greet me,
Haters wanna heat me,
Pussy ass cops wanna jail and police me, bail and release me,
I'm in the air, you a couple layers underneath me,
The best without a shadow of a doubt, kna' what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Put my shit in stores, the hood bought them out.
Who got the 'Burgh rockin' something we gotta talk about?
I show and prove.

The kid's bars harder than a mothafucka' I ain't talkin vegetables, young, I'm an onion cutta'
And it's the hustla baby you gotta deal with me.
Mad cause their shorty like ice, and try to chill with me,
You at a stand still runnin' them plates, my trap team boys runnin' your face(?)
Won't try to run to the jakes(?) Yeah I'm in the whore(?) like an upper body,
With two bad bitches, Wiz in the upper lobby,
And we runnin' the train, it is never a, "probably".
My grind like Slim Fast, I keep the plate off me.
Home boy, I been doing this since way since, and trust my hand right, cause I don't need a weight, bitch.
Don't get a facelift, I lift your face prick,
You heard shit, Kev ain't the one to play with, cause youngin's down to shoot at you like, " Fuck what your goons is fool.".
Sounds like a fuckin' drum roll when the Uzi shoot.(brrrrat)
Pardon me, man. It's (fucking Green Lantern making noises), now that's a foul line, get some freak shots (blam).
The situation is you so impatient and you can't get it man, times a wastin'
Plus, I gotta laugh cause this is what youll never be.
You just a mutt and im a well known pedigree.
Come with a settle fee, and maybe we can talk.
I'd rather strip dude and make his dumb ass walk.(?)

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