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Whip it like a chef, got the block on lock Bass so loud, make the whole street rock
Trip too cold, but the flow stay hot Trap to the top, now we can't be stopped
Started in the kitchen, made a dream out of crumbs
Now I'm ridin' clean pockets, they be felt like a drum
Candy paint gleaming, yeah, I shine like the sun
Got my hustle out the mud, ain't no fake where I'm from