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Fame:
Real recognize real, fake niggas is see through,
Ignore these cowards, and all the lies that they feed you,
I don't acknowledge'em if I don't really need to,
But homie lookin' side ways, like I ain't from the streets too,
Lockin' like a pitbull, my bite is very lethal,
Barkin' harder than you bite, the real niggas don't believe you,
I don't talk much, and a coma's how I'll leave you,
That's if you survive, you do?, I comin' to see you,
The minute I peep you, another recurrence,
Then it's closed casket cuz of the physical state you're in,
Fuck your wife too, make her cum 'til her vision's blurrin',
Make the bitch fall in love, then I'm spendin' your life insurance,
How reassurin', You're fuckin' wit a grimy nigga,
Not your average rhymin' nigga, think not?, try me nigga,
Who's real?, some say the guy wit the blue steel,
I say it's the opposite nigga who isn't shook still...
Caliber:
All this talk about real talk, got me feelin' distraught,
Fake niggas claimin' cuz they came wit fake thoughts,
Game's gonna change cuz, GZ's gonna take charge,
American express, never leave it out your iPod,
Rarely say what I thought, only what I've done,
Or maybe might do, best believe it's type true,
What I say is like glue, only if it's toxic,
So bounce motherfucka if you're scared when we rock it,
I spit at one hell of a level, niggas hate this,
Fuck hell, they wanna send me to the devil's basement,
Too nice to keep my yappin' a shut,
In a stadium filled wit armless fans, still clappin' it up,
Wit punchlines it's momentum, when I get goin',
Brainstorm too much again and I might drown New Orleans,
These exagerations fall short to explain,
So what happens to theses phonies testin' Caliber and Fame?...
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