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[Verse 1 : Yung Fusion]

I can't really see why you bustas bragging

Cause I generate what you just imagine

I cuff and drag them while Chuckie's laughing

Look ya'll are snacks to my dungeon dragon

My verses are biblical

Never been Calm or Collective i'm triple Cool

Aim for tip of the pinnacle never that is so typical

Nigga I'm way beyond that

I take your comrades and drop em off at my place for combat

Then take your brains and your favorite games and bring razor blades to mixture call that

Saw 5, tell your girl it's long night

My flows the blood of a crack head with a cracked head from a bar fight

They could hear what I slay

Bring the heat like Keywane

Now-a-days niggas flee when I speak game

Too free no time for a weak lame

Major keys never had space for a key chain

Moving so quick nigga I can never see lanes

Can't decide to fly or swim need a sea plane

Tell em bring it on, I'm in a deuce and half tint ray bans I don't really see game


[Hook : Yung Fusion]

Man I just had to do it

In each and every song

All these rap boys they catch feelings man tell'em bring it on

Ooh yeah yeah tell em bring it on x2


[Verse 2: Xen Retro]

All you niggas petty

I’m the realest nigga repping

I’m the modern makaveli

Mac 11's for the rebels copping niggas for a penny ain't no diamonds in the Chevy only blood is what they carry

Who's on to to get it

I’m armed and ready

My bars are heavy

Swinging machetes in ya brains Spaghettis

I raise confettis

While hoping that the lord forgive me

Cause I been blazing every track like everyday was 420

Lord help me every time I stunt

Black thoughts from the chosen one

The blue flames couldn’t scorch my lungs

The rap gods couldn’t seal my tongue

Or Rap scholars to read my puns

I slice beats for the cheese no buns

I’m hot dawg from the KY1

I blaze bars to the phoenix suns

Then ball hard I’m the warlord son

The cash cream for the pay load funds

I’m blunt with it till theyspark ma buzz

Top dawg loading all my techs

I spit it raw banging through yo chest

The gang signs weighing on ma belt

N Blood stains spilling on my crip

I spit a verse, now they hold they breathe

You want war nigga be my guest

Cause I could kill your whole clan in the squad you rep

In 6’7’8 bars I step

To greatness of a god himself

If you stepping betta' watch yourself and that’s real


[Verse 3: Xen Retro & Yung Fusion]

Name another local better than me

I've been sipping chilling down in the East

Retro and Fusion been global with ease

Warming the game fifty thousand degrees

I topple you niggas like truth is the key

Monopoly money i'm moving the cheese

This tropical hitter be moving degrees

So they only mad they ain't me

Cause I been the boy with the greens

I'm running the game as we please

Harlots they come around acting like flees

Thinking this dick is for free

Unless you get down on your knees

Boy I'm cocky with it

Flow cold been frozen with it i'm iced out stay polar with it

Lights out Han Solo with it I'm nasty I don't know my limits

Since the day of birth I'm known to get it

I go over records, and I raise bars from the ground up till they take off

Flowing hard on that Red Bull till I drop the bomb on em, Napalm


[Hook] 

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