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Yo, move I kill 'em with an automatic (Nah, nah, nah) We take over your set and we ain't even askin', nah See I stepped into the rave guns blastin' And I don't need a name I just came and I crashed in Chasin' after that win Tryna get the bag in And they could never stop me Nah I swear that on my black skin (Nah, nah, nah) (Man like, man like, man like) Back in action Got 'em loving of the style And the Manny accent, ay My flow attractive getting traction Watch who am I attractin' The way I sat up on the track It gave 'em satisfaction I got him passing me the mic No, I ain't gotta ask him And they could never outlast They ain't ever lastin' Me, I got classic bars The ones that're everlastin' Coming in 1st place The new man, forever lastin' Wow, I kill 'em with an automatic Turn up to the rave And I'm with the body spattin' If you got the rave dead And it's looking like a sad ting We take over your set And we ain't even askin', nah See I stepped into the rave guns blastin' And I don't need a name I just came and I crashed in Chasin' after that win Tryna get the bag in And they could never stop me Nah I swear that on my black skin (Nah, nah, nah) Yo, black. Yeah, black My skintone black My dresscode black They got me feeling like ingo I just stepped into the black, what? Black me, everyting black I said See I stepped into the rave guns blastin' And I don't need a name I just came and I crashed in Me, I got classic bars Try the ones that're everlastin' Coming in 1st place The new man, forever lastin' Classic bars The ones that're everlasting (Man like, man like, man like) Back in action Got 'em loving of the style And the Manny accent, ay My flow attractive getting traction Watch who am I attracting The way I sat up on the track It gave 'em satisfaction I got him passing me the mic No, I ain't gotta ask him And they could never outlast They ain't ever lasting Me, I got classic bars The ones that're everlastin' Coming in 1st place The new man, forever lastin' Wow, I kill 'em with an automatic Turn up to the rave And I'm with the body spattin' If you got the rave dead And it's looking like a sad ting We take over your set And we ain't even askin' (nah) See I stepped into the rave guns blastin' And I don't need a name I just came and I crashed in Chasin' after that win Tryna get the bag in And they could never stop me Nah I swear that on my black skin Black, yeah, black My skin tone black My dress code black They got me feeling like ingo I just stepped into the black, what? Black me, everything black
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