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I'm like a cheat code, shoot niggas like a free throw
My pencil lethal, should probably be illegal
They don't want smoke with me, we shootin' through the peephole
Up and pop like Steph, you know they really think we evil
Hollow tips got aim like Brady, shootin at his people
They know I'm really him, I put a bag on top your head they shoot right at your limb
Got a lot of weight up on my chest like we up in the gym
On a different level, boy, you know we not no synonyms
But I'm sending them, yea I'll send them boys
They gon' spray your block one time you know they makin' noise?
If he ain't talkin' my bread, then he ain't got no voice
Margielas on my feet, you know I got a lot of toys
yeah I got a lot of toys, yeah
But you ain't got no choice
Spinin' on niggas like we the niggas from the voice
Said she a golden girl, she probably thinkin that she Joyce
I'm on niggas' heads from the 1st to the 31st
32nd tour, boy, I promise I can make it worse
Russian roulette with the stick, man, which one dyin' first?
It's me or you and I promise I'ma make it work
Told buddy pipe down, he ain't gettin' on no verse
Destroyin' niggas on tracks, I put him in a hearse
They probably thinkin' Lil' J, oh yeah, he got the curse
I made they mamas and grandmamas, send them right to church
Huh, yeah NYLIAJ got what they need, huh,
New stick sound like a helicopter, got em prayin' up for peace
Nah, nah, they ain't want it with J, nah, they ain't want it with me
Nina on lap, four plus five, boy, you know I gotta carry my piece
No you not owning, A lease
I got a pink slip in the mail, boy, you know I got it with me
They been tryin' to tell you about Lil' J, all y'all niggas was sleep
And I'm never lackin', boy, you know I gotta get the bread up every week