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[verse 1: king magnetic]
this ain’t protect ya neck
expecting that the street don’t respect respect
off the hinges and over the brakes
have you under the gun near the floor of my safe
more of them hate take the back at ’em
let you hear the new fifty, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a rap album
sleep with no one, never been tired
your guns a good worker, never been fired
i’m hung like a jury, let ’em retry it
this is for my people like a 70’s riot
9/11 the pilots headed early as alarm clocks
bust for a reason, i ain’t talking when the ball drop
call cops, tell you the same thing
maxed out outlaw straight from the main wing
a good father, you can tell how i raised things
feel it in the air like a slice when the blade swing
[chorus: king magnetic]
f+ck you people talking ’bout
if we got beef in here, ain’t n0body walking out
i’m cool enough to talk it out
what do you want to happen? i’m almost thirty years old
and a third of my life in jail on parole
to the point that it’s all a brother know
seeds in the picture, now it’s time to grow

[verse 2: king magnetic]
i’m the sickest dude you ever meet
or we never met, i press your bets
get you stuck at least worse than beat
i’m a rhino in heat, a f+cking beast
have you laid up a couple weeks
up north mentality even when i touch the street
it’s reality even when i brush my t++th
cuz i do that sh+t more than i bust my heat
if you don’t you a k!ller with edges
f+ck chilling, i’m dealing with a villain’s intentions
i’m building like tension
if rap is a game, i’m not playing like benched men
i’m a pete rose with a mike schmidt
might loathe you shorter than a white d+ck
you can’t rap but your wife spit
we catch case i’m a white chick
’cause i’m tight lipped
[chorus: king magnetic]
f+ck you people talking ’bout
if we got beef in here, ain’t n0body walking out
i’m cool enough to talk it out
what do you want to happen? i’m almost thirty years old
and a third of my life in jail on parole
to the point that it’s all a brother know
seeds in the picture, now it’s time to grow



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