Allen Iverson (A.I) lyrics

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[Verse 2: Heem Stogied]
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n*ggas is talkin' practice, my sh*t is played around the f*ckin' atlas
I flip raps like a p*ssy mattress
Fly as f*ck, I'm sharper than a cactus
Ready to take the planet like Galactus
Worldwide, two souls collide
Ain't nothin' changed, commit a homicide
Heem Stogied; lyrical drive-by
When I shoot everybody die
You better be ready to ask God "Why'?
When I kick this flysh*t you get a cold drift
I had to learn how to move swift
Sip slow with a blunt of piff
n*ggas actin' dumb the .40 on my f*ckin' hip
So watch the words out your f*ckin' lips
Cuz I'll smoke motherf*cker like some rare tips
n*gga this God gifts
Thug shut and politics, Heem demolish it
You lame n*ggas copy sh*t, outta style like a floppy disc
n*ggas bе out the f*ckin' mix, break your bones likе a f*ckin' Twix
I'm tryna hit a million dollar lick
n*ggas is ballin' with the flick of the wrist
Everyday a n*gga take a risk
Black man in this lonely land
My n*ggas ready to clap like a f*ckin' marching band
This pure heat, b*tch I got the golden hand
The man with the master plan tryna build a bigger brand
Time will tell in this wicked land
Fake n*ggas get buried in the f*ckin' land
I'm upset makin' these n*ggas dance
Shoot a n*gga out his f*ckin' stance
I recycle like Steve Lance, I got twenty five years in my f*ckin' pants
f*ck the police, them n*ggas can never catch me
Runnin' the game this is practice at a track meet
I'm AI, f*ck a trap beat