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INTRO Bm Strawberries Bm I'm a beast with these flows Bm Two birds, one stoned, you get geese’d when trees rolled Bm They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Bm Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please Bm It's the return of the beast coast Bm No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Bm Incognito, is how you move on the strip Bm What you trynna be Vito? Well there's rules to this shit Bm Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped Bm Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk that Bm I got a 6 pack of bare skill that I spill like that Bm And everybody know (That shit crack!) Bm Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below choking Bm The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men Bm There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen Bm It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em Bm Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go Bm The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico Bm My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Bm Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Bm Ain't no half steppin' around me Bm And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me Bm The young cop killer, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya Bm Give me two shots for 2Pac killer....nigga Bm Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect Bm I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Bm Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Bm Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection Bm Check the melodies, it's so heavenly Bm That shit'll get your hipster move with no 7D's Bm Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies Bm Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies Bm Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot Bm And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot Bm I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Bm Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Bm Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid Bm It's in my jeans so don't worry where my parents is Bm Get with the script it's that ignorant shit Bm And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips Bm It's a shift, I know you feel it man Bm We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Bm Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man Bm When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Bm Crushin' strawberries it's a jam Bm So throw up both hands if you can Bm Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me Bm My volume is going in depth with longevity Bm Stupids