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Just Mad

Im tight, Im always right I don’t care what you think Did I stutter or Blink I laugh at you wannabe’s My style is un heard of, you can’t compete Ask questions you get swept off to retreat A wolf gonna howl, a wolf aint gonna forget sh** Unless you give in, to the fear All my words come together invasive The tongue is deadly with a hell of a speech You aint grown yet, you kinda young That won’t stop my Rapha Watch your head, Im ready to hunt The month is still early, you got time to run I laugh at you, cause you a wannabe Trying to imitate me

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