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If I close my eyes and never got back up 
Got stabbed up clapped up, struck by a mac truck 
Coffin in a black truck, bow tie in a black tux
Shed

Mac hit him in the back, auntie's son, God damn, that's yo' cousin's side
Half his body got sprayed, now he Two Face, nigga got a money sign

I'm

(bang)
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here)
Nigga go get fixed, you broke (you broke)
They know I stay with that stick it poke (uh, uh)
They

They shit aint even fire s’why our metal ain’t the same
Switch the flow from time to time that shit is sounding lame
Stick to the head I keep my focus

might take her back to the lab, bitch (ay, c'mere)
Yeah, it's N'Korekt, can't you tell by the bars (Bars)
If you got a problem, then we spar (Karate)
I'm

I raise the bar every bar I pray to God and face the odds no playing cards but I'm with my aces
Mac to his face we call that shit a facelift
Enjoy

smooth flow sounds good 5G
In the 408 four five hoes by me
I got these Nikes on my feet

Got these Nikes on my feet
That's RIP Mac, he like me
I liked him

cool he surrounded by fleas
Know I’m crying for help but I can’t let you see
Mmm
I’m not blind I’m just kind don’t mistake me for weak
My bitch bad

Could go out vibing by the ocean
We got mud in our cups so that's probably what we toast with, uh (Hi Sage)
And yo brothers got yo back but them hoes

As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we desire to take you higher
With the fire that you require
Let the games begin
They try take man for

ratchet hoes
A lot of naked woman sliding down the poles
A lot of naked woman shhhh
Always had racks god by my side
Feel like shadrach stepping out the fire

disintegrate to nothing

This is work never need dollars to prove worth x4

Never needed me a record deal to prove my work
I write recorded slice promoted by

that tested my faith
Walked through the fire
The nerve of niggas to talk about practice Eye missed
Like, yall aint never seen my wins
Like Eye wasnt

we can enjoy this sunshine
Kanpai
With the plum wine
Come by
And feel it where your lungs lie
Tongue tied
None try
As they aren't packing a Mac in

many liters you got in your throat?"
Ay she ain't really fuckin with the nonsense
Constant Top Shit, she be on God shit
Spotless, too clean, flow sound

shopping in the wick line
Used to pray to God that
The cheese would melt
Thirty pointers in the diamond chain
Couple carats in the diamond ring
Had to cut

look up to the IG
I walk by Him to try and
Get hooked up to the IV
When you've been through the fire
And tell me what's smoke?
I been in touch with

on track just give up
Kaos in this bitch, if you know you know
God with the fire, holy smokes
Punch after punch just to rope a dope
Now I wish you kids wood

a high fever
But I had the 80's on my back like a wide receiver
The cry was deeper to die a leader a fire breather
The pride was eager to burn the weak

drown the ship titanic
Screamin triple 6 satanic
Got the fire burst volcanic
Whoa
On this beat im fuckin eatin
God in stars jus like im greekin
I spit

dick like a dryer
Come here baby daddy 'cause that booty is fire
If I said I'm straight, then that would make me a liar
And my booty's bigger than

on my shirt, fire drill, flicker in the brain
Fuel for my jet, ride still on the higher planes
Weathering the next mind chill, till we land again
Then we

whine in the dark
Your eyes shine, beautiful brown pearls
I like your hair straight with curls
I desire your fire, now we're moving higher
Aspire, admire,

Cuz God told me to get my hustle straight nigga that's my lil' homie
I'm a rock bottom, baby all the crackheads in my hood know
My other cousin crazy he