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[Verse 1]
I hit ‘em like a young King Kong, put ‘em in the trunk
Twelve by twelves, explodin’ on punks
Throw ‘em in the dump, corrodin’ on chumps
(n*gga) what
I got the chemistry, yeah I make moves active
Who got the remedy, don’t know sh*t’s drastic
But times have changed, The Beast is use to that
Hip-Hop strings, UK ain’t new to that
Got Clevva by my side, UK rap stride
Chop ‘em off, throw ‘em out, Hip-Hop lied
I’m something like Hulk (yeah)
I did it my way, on the highway, drawin’ blueprints too
Draw a motherf*cker through, killin’ you is how we do
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
Listen close an’ I’ll show you how to make you a hit
They show clips of the legendary times I spit

[Verse 2]
You ain’t done the sh*t I done
You ain’t seen the sh*t I seen
You ain’t smoked the same green
You ain’t sipped the same lean
You know I’m never ridin’ clean
I got the dope in magazines
You can say I’m riding dirty but I keep my sh*t pristine
And so it seems, that I’m bustin’ out the seams
From the cash that I get for puttin’ weight on triple beams
An’ in my dreams, I see murder scenes an’ coke fiends
So when I’m awake, I survive by any means
Yo I’m comin’ out of the Grove
I speak slow so y’all can really know
How I run sh*t, pro-sick, flo-ride, chrome I be buzzin’ on patrol
Leave a hater in the dust, he can die, all alone
Watchin’ I f*ck, I’ma take the manners to the streets packin’
Heat, ridin’ through in a jeep, fully loaded while I speak
Even though I ain’t the richest, I’m the sickest most prestigious
Get it done an’ f*ck my b*tches, leavin’ snitches in the ditches
Call me hell of a motherf*ckin’ G’, I be
So fly on the rise this is the story of my life
In the booth, full pursuit of the loot, I chung through
In my Subaru, coop, gettin’ high sippin’ Gin & Juice
[Verse 3]
Riders on a mission, sit the f*ck down, listen
Let me spit an’ rip sh*t to bits, like hollow tips
From the .45 clip, click clack an’ I’m back
With the tracks an’ the mac, The Beast, where the cash at
Money we be burnin’ an’ the b*tches they be squirmin’
Yurna-furt with the person, this is burnin, I’m the sergeant
Of this motherf*ckin’ rap game, propane in the brain
It would be a damn shame if someone stepped to call me lame
I’d have to take them down my lain, an’ but a bullet in they brain
Clean, in the mean green all up in the scene
Inhale hard to breath, exhale with the fiends
Take a look at me, big-ups CPT, bein’ me, I could be
More than you could ever dream, some say that I’m incredible
The General, dependable, I always bring the best don’t test
On my level, won’t settle, gonna push it to the peddle

[Beat - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaQ37Z33mDk]