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A lyricist who can rhyme and spit, ballers with grip
Murder was the case that they gave me when I was pinned
Serve fiends for the leather and screens by any means
Tote things with the likes and fiends for the plotting schemes
I been him, landmine your regime, legs and spleens
On your noodle 'bout this paper I'm chasing by any means
I got zenith on the big back seat of speakers and tweeters
They can't beat us so them niggas retreat us
Arms and Adidas on my mama, we gurping it back
Stacking in racks, moving units like the big box movie
Front me the budget, I ain't budging
Got them boys in public, I run something
No discussion, getting tired of the bluffing and gun bumping
Nothing sweet, knock them boys in the street
Tortured and beaten, barely speak
Nigga give me the address, mumble the street
Being nudists, come for the looters with my intruders
And if you budge bet my niggas start shooting 'til you stop moving
I made a hundred niggas stacked it in hundreds, big drug money
Gorilla pimping, hit the corner they run from me
Call it blood money, big plug and gun money
Tap your bumper in the traffic, kidnapping that run money
In your mattress where them niggas been stacking that hood money
Section 8, serve them boys through the gate 'cause I love money
Turn that soft to the hub of six hundred dollar rug money
You play up my paper you better sprint and run from me nigga
Could it be niggas want me chopped down dead and deceased
Cop a Jeep, bet I'm through with it by the end of the week
Them niggas ain't nice, they lucky ain't got cut with the break
Retard your tape 'cause it's garbage and fake
Tell it to your face 'cause I spit it
Fast my nigga and slow up the pace
'Cause what I'm spitting be the condition in the hood in my district
Who would've known that my mama give birth to a killer
Gotta eat so that made me a dealer that'll die with you niggas
Killing for pussy but we murder for drugs
And if we find out where you live bet we purge your hub