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Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Hov in ‘03, I feel like Hov in ‘03
Black album then I’m back out, Yuh
Cha, ya dig
You see the watch stay glissy, feeling like Ricky Ross
Need a milli vanilli to get Iggy Off
I’m really affiliated, I’m serious
I’m no idiot, roll round with a billy club
Need a million, a billion
Real savage, Tell Khaled to put my belly on
I’m brilliant, it’s time I’m really on
Run around the underground like I’m Killa Kyleon
It’s time i finally got mine
I’m rolling through red lights and stop signs
Flying through residential, try me with pen or pencil
I’ll crash through the window of your Benz on benzos
Let’s pretend though that you win, yo
I’m leaving you sliced like Kimbo, Ice on your mental
Bruised up bleeding like Nate Diaz
You stuck with a demon, a maniac
But I’m stuck with this 9 to 5 though, I know
If I ain’t got a come up, I gotta run up even if the sun up
That’s my dough
Eyes closed, I go off like Ricochet
24/7 like Gronkowski, pick a day
Let the trigger spray, toot toot toot toot
Pen Curry or Cam Murray, swish away
My pens dirty, it’s like my dick
When it’s emerging with a sign that says insert me
What I’m saying bitch, I got fire flow
I could shit on your entire show or take a higher road
Long as it lead to a mansion
And they peeing their pants when they seeing me in advance
Bitch I’m the one period, I put the T in a tampon
Time I finally got mine, key in the Camry
Forgot it’s keyless, follow me bitch
Couldn’t fit in my kicks, my adidas
Flow like sugar in the vein, diabetus
It ain’t cool until I’m accepted by the rejects
But I’m stuck with this 9 to 5 though, I know
If I ain’t got a come up, I gotta run up even if the sun up
That’s my dough
It’s like H to the Izzo, AK through the window
On my cub shit gettin dubs quick, A to the Rizzo
Fade with the shit though, Raid when we kick dos
I’m trying make plays, visit Sway with the Kyd though
Flow hypnotic, bro I got it, can’t do a show without it
Throwing bodies to the tigers like Joe Exotic
Carol Baskins, if I can’t lyrically kill you
Get a mortician to rebuild you, I’m sure a pair of cats can
You’ll need a cat scan, a bed pan, a plan of action
A will and testament, a YouTube, a damn reaction video, body reaching rigamortis
Cops stop me, keep recording, let me leave with a warning
Damn, cause of my skin tone, Not rubbing it in Holmes
There’s a problem worth solving, I just don’t know where to begin though
The system it’s been broke, I pray this the end though
But I’m stuck with this 9 to 5 though, I know
If I ain’t got a come up, I gotta run up even if the sun up
That’s my dough

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