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Nigga you a goofy don’t make me knock off ya kufi Don’t make me knock down ya BM he dying when Niggas see em I’m riding for my per diem I need it all Big bags Clip blast You Do ya number 2s in a shit bag Live fast Speeding through life Dale Earnheart Trying not to hit the wall Yeah that crash and burn part Play the game hard Ben Wallace Hellcat Chargers Catching charges Hoping my co-defendants stay solid I get tha utmost respect like Aretha Franklin My hand ain't Neva out unless it's underneath some Franklins DOA be banking You a think I'm making hard turns Make niggas straighten up or smoke 'em hard perms I ain't talking hair but I touch a lot of strands though I ain't play tha snare I keep drums for my band though Hold it like a banjo Fiddle on ya tin roof Green tips touch ya acupuncture on ya bulletproof Straight out the Mothership Beam me up Scottie Hop up out the box and my pockets on Roddy Hotties in my lobby keep contagions from my body Niggas I'm a god don't address me on robbery Quick call Drip f-fallin like my ashes Ready for all clashes like Cassius If we ever toe to toe that's your ass bitch 45's thump you down on some Hulk smash shit Light workout I moved weight the apes No Deion but Prime Ate when it came time for cake Survived a jungle By learning how to swing through the trees Tussled wit tigers, took stripes, put paws on enemies On the rise no thermometer sicker then mercury I keep Os after my numbers like they temperature degrees Cant teach you to be this hot but this fire will scorch ya spot If this gas is in ya shop it will rocket you to the top 2 Oz This triumphant shit I'm fuccin wit (Ha) The freak wit me a g honest razor bucc some shit (Buccs) Or a gun big bills'll have you duccin shit (Duccs) Don't love the chic cuz asiagos what I'm fuccin wit On me I love the cheese and Colorado but I never been My homie push a button on his phone they simply fly it in And when it make past knocc it like the speakers blast (Bang) I dream of cash and live a dream u niggas never had (Chea) In the hood with my demons My circle straight just eating Get this chop or a beating Hold your strap while you sleeping This shit can't be televised Gangsters keep a disguise Look you right in eyes If you don't shoot then you die I send you straight to you maker Grave digger the undertaker Pay my rasta from Jamaica He chop you up then erase you We ain't the mob we just family Middle finger to enemies Touch one my mines I paint the city Redd like T
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Written by: Ahmed French, Conrad Doaty, D'Andre Dawson, Edric Salone, Joshua Hall-Thompson, Omarr Marrero
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