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2, 2 Anything B get Fuck that, man slide on a Spartan too Anyone Ayy I'm on the maddest of tings, I see the opps dem panic and shit Yo, how can the devil wear Pradas When I done stepped in my Adidas kicks? And, yeah I done earned my rights, earned my stripes on an Adidas ting I done stepped in my Adidas kicks, Boot man's face, leave an Adidas print I'm on the maddest of tings, I see the opps dem panic and shit Yo, how can the devil wear Pradas When I done stepped in my Adidas kicks? And, yeah I done earned my rights, earned my stripes on an Adidas ting I done stepped in my Adidas kicks, Boot man's face, leave an Adidas print Man can't say that I ain't on job, done went fishing without no rod The opps tryna make it even but the scoreboard's looking all odd And yeah I done earned my rights but when I ride I'll do man wrong Like dip, splash, dip, ching, now what are you on? No even Stevens, how you gonna make it even? Same way that we got down Naghz Max, you could never make it even Same way that we got down M, you could never make it even Them man run off and leave their friends, and man call that treason What do you mean? None of them boy there bad Loski ain't on shit, and Naghz he already got splashed And Lil Jazz ran from man, I tried smoke Bellz in his hat But I ended up hitting a yat Opps got me on a Greco-Russian block tryna dip dat Like Snoopy flew out the ride, tryna G check yutes like "who's that" But it's only IQ and Scratch, they came back from linking yats When I spit man it's real life shit, on my life all I spit is facts I'm on the maddest of tings, I see the opps dem panic and shit Yo, how can the devil wear Pradas When I done stepped in my Adidas kicks? And, yeah I done earned my rights, earned my stripes on an Adidas ting I done stepped in my Adidas kicks, Boot man's face, leave an Adidas print I'm on the maddest of tings, I see the opps dem panic and shit Yo, how can the devil wear Pradas When I done stepped in my Adidas kicks? And, yeah I done earned my rights, earned my stripes on an Adidas ting I done stepped in my Adidas kicks, Boot man's face, leave an Adidas print Too gassed, too sav', Kwengface whip out the skeng, oh damn Free Trizz, LR, free P, fuck that, the whole of my gang I made some change last month, And that's straight off spitting them facts Man just Cillit bang, Cillit, Cillit, Cillit bang Little man ride for your area don, Put on your masks, what's everyone on? Who's them yutes? What area you from? Fly out the ride, what's everyone on? Zone 2 Pecks, Zone 2 Pecks, bro oh yes, man's everyone's opp Leave our mates? No, none of that stuff, We just Zone 2 step, we don't march or bop Like stop, let me switch up the flow like Quikz, or man just do it like Sav, savage Chingface do him up quick, double tap this wap There's no way I'll double-tap this bitch, on a Rap we're whizzing Hitting 60 on a 30 strip I'm on the maddest of tings, I see the opps dem panic and shit Yo, how can the devil wear Pradas When I done stepped in my Adidas kicks? And, yeah I done earned my rights, earned my stripes on an Adidas ting I done stepped in my Adidas kicks, Boot man's face, leave an Adidas print
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