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Martin Luther King\nThat KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene\nNiggas too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem\nI'm head honcho in my city, I'm the fucking king\nNiggas ain't really tryna get busy, what the fuck you mean\nI had a semi with a fifty, I was seventeen\nBaby come fly high with Glizzy, give you fucking wings\nYoung street nigga with some money, went and bought some choppers\nYoung street nigga with some money, I'll knock off your roster\nThese niggas can't wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up\nThese niggas ain't really got no time, they some goddamn imposters\nYou see this bitch with me so fine and she so fuckin' proper\nI flew this bitch all the way to DC just to fuckin' pop it\nRemember you was fighting them niggas out there,\nI came through and stopped it\nBitch why is you askin' me about my outfit? you ain't gon' fuckin' cop it\nBitch why is you askin' me am I out here, you a fuckin' watcher?\nBitch cover your eyes, you might get blind here, see 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