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D.I.B, Butski, what up? What's good, D.I.B
La Familia, it's A.C.T. f*ck with the family
Butski, what up, my nigga
The movement ain't never gonna stop
4L
I see how you bitches be looking, I'ma stay fresh
Big moves cooking, never back down
That's how it should be, I'm making moves
While you stay a rookie in the stu, my one and only booking

Talk shit on the click, you'll get a hooking
Bitches sweet like some pudding, talking bout Butski
You misunderstood him, my chance already took it
Mic so burnt, overcooked it

On my block, cops never look here
One came round and my boys took him
Where I'm from, people treat it like it's Brooklyn
Why all the fakes so soft like some woollen

Think you a man, in person you a woman
Acting like a girl, cook me up a muffin
Hot, I'm the sun, might need me a gun
You better pray like a nun

Still running funds for my mum think I'm set, nah, I ain't done
Now I'm doing it for pure fun
If you see me, you should run
Well, I mean, you could run

Still gonna get bun not behind, I'm in front
I'm aiming at 100k a month
So far ahead, I hit a home run
Can't get the ball you dumb cunt out on the field I'm on my ones

Flying in the air like a dove, we flying
Weight on my shoulders, feels like a ton
Cunts on the ground, picking up the crumbs
Getting that chronic deep in my lungs

Rapping my way out the slums
On the streets selling drugs, walking round like a thug
In a car with black gloves, on these drugs for a buzz
No soul that's what it does, we're chewing on our tongues

Cops come and we just stick up our thumbs
Shit like it becomes fucked doing drugs so young
Whole year, I got no hugs
In the same place, felt stuck

Stay strong cause I'm a stud
Never going back to them days I was a stub
Looking back, it was all fucked
Was caught up in all the floods

Rubbing coke on my gums, stashing cans for a bud
Trap house full of rust, busy day, work fast
Can't let the cops make us bust
They only try to get our dreams crushed

F*ck the 12, they think they're tough
We know they can't do enough
I can run away, yeah, I'm real fast
Problems after problems

This year was not a blossom
Never going back to the bottom
whole year, I was at the bottom
So down bad, getting back to shotting

So dirty, makes me feel horrid
Came out at night like a bossom
When it was daylight, I was forgotten
Still always in front of all the gossip

Still to this day, my brain is a mosh pit
These cunts just talk shit, but I'm not folding
They rock it, then lock it
But they never ever wanna fucking stop it

Not sipping Henny? sculling tequila
I'm blind drunk, it's giving me amnesia, bed time
Love liquor, but I need a breather, sky high
Quick and deadly, I'm like a cheetah, I bite

Score like Messi from Argentina, I strike
Call me Maccas, cause I'm a feeder, left right
Trying to hide from me, I can see ya, third eye
Serbian, so I'm eating pita, but dry

Cause I be smoking on that reefer, so dry
This is only the start, boy this the teaser
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