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[Intro]
Huh
Ayy

[Verse 1]
All I see is imposters, n*ggas postures is al dente
Rarely kick it without a sensei, just brick lay
We cut the cornerstone and scrape the excess mortar with a switchblade
Ain't no pretty glass houses this way
Y'all got the thrift thing, all this secondhand smoke I pass
Perpetually b*tch made
Watch his second hand coast, no dap
n*ggas can miss me with the swiss cheese, gotta fill in those gaps
Don't wanna see ceilings, told n*ggas, "No cap"
Don't want any feelings, I told the dentist, "No cap"
No strap, but he just as lethal
Desert Eagle through the sands of time, no feathers feeble
I wеathered storms and did the pantomimе, I rarely speak 'em
Empowered palpable hands, talc*m powdered when you greet him
We move discretely, it would seem that n*ggas barely take steps
You just don't know I'm way more low-key
Meet me on the bass clef, I can't stress
You n*ggas pray about it, I'm the apex

[Interlude]
I told n*ggas before
I do a web of lies like Willem Dafoe
Gotta look him in his eyes if you really wan' know
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas shapeshift, they make scenes
They like to act, this sh*t don't make sense
Playwrights
These motherf*ckers is on stages, I'm on the fifty
I got a Heisman trophy with me, stiff arm in my di*kies
Rubber boots, this sh*t gets slippery, I'm in no Bottega
A noble savage
I don't want no Betas in my circle, Omega Psi
I got a couple dogs that's purple
You never know who with me
sh*t get thick on this side
All the growth been inside
I toss a roach and let the tints rise, I'm in my b*tch' ride
She whip that sh*t like it's a Big Wheel, I'm good with this ride

[Outro]
I told n*ggas before
I do a web of lies
Like, ayy-ayy