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otitis - martin shkreli (the million dollar copy) [ft. bmag] lyrics

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[verse 1 – bmag]

(one of the latest and greatest layers of fate, they call me)

b, m a g, bend the knee to the winner’s seat
let the enemy perceive, they begin to flee
leader and a friend in need, reaper for the trinity
the flame effect eternal like legend president kennedy

f’na be what the women need a la hennessy
dangerous in flavor, they get a taste, and it’s “ven aqui”
2017 put it’s money in a queen
but ’til the fauxmanist agenda surrenders, we’ll need to send a “he”

him is i, k!ller in disguise ’til the pen decides
meant to bring an end to minds that were minimized
trying to identify how many i sent to die?
just know that twinkle in his eyes hints at genocides

i can sympathize; women are a sin to guys
three is not enough: bring me twin geminis
if they legal, double daughters, if they regal, double mamas
issa sample, want the platter? let me see yo’ couple commas, that’s a milli’, n-gga

[bridge 1]

(…martin shkreli couldn’t top me, hoe)

[verse 2 – ot-tis]

(the most valuable player, haters can watch, i’m)

mr. eardrums pop, holdin’ tier one spot
bet i k!lled ’em all in silence, you ain’t hear one shot
when i’m here, fun stops, you can hear guns drop
west give me “h-lla” props, east cheer “son’s hot”

they been waitin’ on the flame effect, stayin’ patient a long time
labels think our fire is free, they got the wrong guys
we stayin’ close to the goal, but never off sides
bettin’ that the flow’ll make ’em throw a bone, rawhide

used to give a care, though, dealin’ with every hater
then i let the hair grow, i’m feelin’ like vincent vega
feelin’ like the mayor, though, from the bay out to decatur
now them b-tches stare, so friend zone, see ya later

b-tch, i’m old head tested, smart kid approved
in the flow i invested, large sums are moved
fix the “soul” and i “checked” ’em, bars, f-ck a shoe
let your mans hold somethin’ with your hold somethin’ crew, go

[bridge 2]

(…we got the million dollar copy, hoe)

[verse 3]

[ot-tis] (bmag)

[back in the days, on the message board of hip hop
i used to move mag them packs wit no ziplock
it was i, ot-tis]

(and me, ya boy magic
so keep them bars afar, you see, to spar with me is tragic)

[yo mag, you remember them routines
when we used to break the silence like a crew thing]

(um, hmm, i may though, but i don’t think that they know
that blazeitup would lace it up for me, checka, and fatol)

[here’s a funky introduction of how nice i am, mic in hand
spit it like the illest or i sing it nice as bryson can
rappers h-lla pesky like some mice with extra lice in sand
o’ll knock ’em out the box like only rick and tyson can]

(murder from the diaphragm, standing on trial
i’m independent in the land of the wild, ’til the candle burn out
living s-d-stic, hope you hand him the doubt
so you can get that 4×4 animal style
i’m in-and-out, fam)

[bet we k!ll a lame rapper for the clout, fam
only way we know to keep it is a thou-sand
we ain’t even f’na peep if it’s a now-jam
matter fact, we f’na leak it, then yo’ sound banned]

(wow, man, it’s honestly cl-ssic
how we move it in the modern when we found the jur-ssic’s still sounding fantastic
when them 7-digit lyrics in fashion
only way you’ll find the shine’s if they bedazzle your casket)

[you on point mag?]
(all the time o)
[you on point mag?]
(all the time o)
[you on point mag?]
(all the time o)
[then grab the microphone, and show ’em how to flow]

(well one of the reasons they supposedly
hold us over the most is the
overloading of dope and the
cold composer i’ve chosen
i’m frozen down to the hopes and
won’t a d-mn thang change
until the payment in the hand they raise
i came to mandate flames)

[outro – ot-tis]

people say they want the flame effect album
we got it, we got it right here
you just gotta pay us 2 million dollars
thanks, bye!

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