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This yo boy muhfuckin Musicxavier
And the one and only Peter Kings baby
Get ready to turn the fuck up
Yeah
I ain't never left, I been lowkey in the cut with some gold on my neck (gold on my neck)
All these buttons I been pressin, you could say this shit impressive, did it go to my head (hell naw)
Careful with my steppin, you won't ever catch me stressin no, not even a bit (no no)
I don't need a fuckin weapon, bouta drop you like its Tekken lil bitch like yayaya
Fuck what they sayin bout me, Ima hustla from the 323, I was raised on the streets
And if you got a problem with the king I could pull up on you solve it real quick, know what I mean
Cause I ain't with the bullshit, I ain't wit the talkin (no)
I'm about my money, I want bigger pockets (hoe)
Ridin through the city, got my speakers knockin (woah)
Shout out to the OGs straight outta Compton hoe (hoe)
Bitch I'm sippin on a 40, feel like Eazy-E back in '95 like yayaya
I be grippin on my shawty cause you know she got that ass sittin right like yayaya
If you see me wit my woadies I probably committed some crimes today like yayaya
No I ain't got no Rolley but I got time today muhfucka like yayaya
Hair past my shoulders when I stroll by
Ya bitch like the view, got her looking like oh my
Tryna catch a vibe, tryna be all in my zone I
Do not got the time for that cause lately I been so high
Rappin to some lo-fi, preppin for the turn up
My momma wanna know why I always gotta burn up
Fore I write these poems in my black and white journal
I'm sorry mom but this shit got me feelin like yayaya
Doing donuts on yo block, I'm makin noise
You be smokin rock homie, I could hear it in your voice
Bouta let it pop on yo block with a big toy
Long White Sox, no Chicago Illinois
Little boy don't you fuck with me, I'm a ghetto boy
Bouta start a company, you could hear it in my voice
Ima CEO and I gotta heebie jeebie flow
Creepin and I'm crawlin and I got the whip sittin low, uh
Bitch I'm sippin on a 40, feel like Eazy-E back in '95 like yayaya