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Yeah
Just to hit this beat I had to make some shit up to be mad about
Hit up Karim to check the count, yeah (brah)
I hit 24, my brother put some fucking paper in my hand
This whole situation planned bitch
I go by my ones that's what my hands for
Ay, and put these rappers up on best gore
Y'all don't gotta tell that's what the feds for
Put this fucking mag up through his front door
Said somebody blood that's where I fucked up
You let that shit slide that's how you fucked up
Stand on something once, ay, you fake fuck
You might love that bitch but ay, I'm not one
Yeah, like I give a fuck 'bout where you come from
If it's up like that I got my scope in on y'all loved ones
Yeah, look like you got flipped to state informant bitch
That's why I ain't text him shit my album too important bitch I
All y'all need some jobs you get some bread for it (yeah)
Go do something real and get some 'cred for it (yeah, yeah)
Right now you a bitch it's in y'all DNA (yeah)
And get the fuck up out my life, not no Q and A
Fuck y'all parents I should beat 'em dead (yeah)
Said fuck who brought you up, who kept you fed
Ay, fuck the scene and fuck the shit it bred (yeah)
Middle fingers up, bitch I really bled