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I don't really give a fuck anymore
Never did Chinese kid kill
Every pho, I'm pushing 40 like
An 80 cut in half
Had the molly rocking molly wop 'em on
The math, They was popping tabs
Youngings pop and stab, you can get it all
My nigga but not the cash, Baby mom's
Ass couldn't keep me in relationships
Then we took different color pills
On some matrix shit, When I say
Took em, Talking bout juxxin
Charge different
Prices now we auctioning in Brooklyn, Y'all
Overlooking, White girl my best friend
I be in the hood but
My parents live in west end, Built like
A mountain avalanche ya chest in
Don't kill
The messenger satellite the message
Handle every handle
So I always got to stress shit
Get away with murder but average is arrested!
HOOK look - I told you don't look
Al Capone statue my stature a
Stone crook, I'm the type of rapper
That's savage they won't book
Things get out of hand your answer
Is don't look! Don't look, If I
Rob ya man don't look, if You don't pop
The can, Homie can't catch Juxx, You don't
Understand what the plan don't look
Grown man where I be don't know don't look!
Oh my god, Niggas get religious
I robbed everybody but you
Don't get suspicious, Wifey like state
Parole she got conditions
Hit the lion share of my
Lair ya'll can split this, What's 29%
Multiplied by zero when you fuckin with
My rent, Let's take a pole like
We fuckin up a tent
Crash small towns with the double up
Intent, Rather have a killer than
A shooter with attempts
Bent on point that's
Including the events, Face on the window
Like a temp plate registered
Mad bitches kneeling feelin'
Like an emperor, She ain't got to
Kneel, That bitch can sit down, oT is
LT, Niggas just blitz now, Got a little
Work picking up a shift now
Most of my close friends looking
Like a Vic now
HOOK look - I told you don't look
Al Capone statue my stature a
Stone crook, I'm the type of rapper
That's savage they won't book
Things get out of hand your answer
Is don't look! Don't look, If I
Rob ya man don't look, if You don't pop
The can, Homie can't catch Juxx, You don't
Understand what the plan don't look
Grown man where I be don't know don't look!
I got too much crook in
Me, Don't look at me
Cook a key with my eyes closed what
Niggas took from me, Nothing at all they fuck
With the law them niggas shook of me
I'm throwing slugs but I know the judge
Will throw the book at me, You just a
Rookie I got hookers throwing me pussy free
The chic that cook for
Me keep the heat by where her pussy be
King Cass
Got with King Mag, He came to look for me
He said he got some beats, some bars
And hard hooks for me
You can look and see ain't a
Nigga alive cooking me, But it can get hot as
A frying pan when I fry ya man
He just thinking bout tricking bitches and
Buying grams, Me I'm thinking about
Bigger business and buying land
Went from dealing weight to real
Estate getting building cake, i
Feel the hate but ya'll know
The difference between real and
Fake, I body rappers when I'm
Rapping ain't feeling safe
And I conceal the 8 so don't
Look in a killer's face!
HOOK look - I told you don't look
Al Capone statue my stature a
Stone crook, I'm the type of rapper
That's savage they won't book
Things get out of hand your answer
Is don't look! Don't look, If I
Rob ya man don't look, if You don't pop
The can, Homie can't catch Juxx, You don't
Understand what the plan don't look
Grown man where I be don't know don't look!