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Shooters is out there man hunt you not hindering
Roll on them oppers like tires from Michelin
Killas gon know once they acting so different
Moving the stash out as soon as got wind of it
Hate from afar & they viewing the hustle
Tryna hault up limits, can't be diminished
Thinking they gon catch me lacking, I'm packing
And pistol whip like it came from the dealership
Hitting my line up, I know the what mission is
Putting in pain while I'm stacking these Benjamin's
Without any practice, exs I'm better than
Dicking down 2 bitches, part of the regime
Collar ain't white but I'll deal with embezzlement
Feeding the toxins while pushing the remedy
Talk behind my back but never in front of me
Air you like we having company
Master planning out ever so heavily
How could you ever think youre in comparison
No I'm not regular, this shit is regular
Choppa hit his chest like it's a Lariat
Laughing at you offies like you a parody
Talk like you built but not how you carry it
Think you experienced in this kinda warfare
Ima prove to you a fucking embarrassment
Can't tell me that I aint the shit
Knowing they watching hating, lurking
Stop crying handcuffing your bitch
Plenty of hoes that's waiting thirsty
Plotting to get filthy rich
Splashy nigga like he Mr. Perfect
They tryna jinx it hoping he miss, He Mr.Perfect
My Shit Is Perfect
My Shit Is Perfect
My Shit Is Perfect
My Shit Is Perfect
Bame from NY but Connecticut based,
Amps out my pockets & pumping the base
Before you look like MF Doom in the face
Wearing a mask just to cover the veins
All of this money is here for the gain
Only thing I go against is the grain
Creeping through hoods got bananas with apes
Double R riding like this bitch wraith
Compare me to Cole I aint breaking the streak
Pay up kuz you niggas not on the lease