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Sub-10 how I run up these racks
Chef Nobu how I cook up these raps
Too live, I don't know how to act
Frito-lay how I'm bagging these snacks
How I'm flossing, you could tell I got plaques
Where the bread? Drop a pin on the map
When you talk about me talk facts
By the weed the only time I been smacked
Sun-down to Sun-up, yeah
She want to turn up and turn up, yeah
Pour up and burn all the kush up, yeah
Hit from the back with a leg up, yeah
Cross me once and it's done up
I'm 'bout to chef up a come up
Soldiers, I got a ton of them
Foes, I'm scared of none of them
La familia what I stand for
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 toes
Working, strengthening my mental
Praying everyday essential
Writing history, no pencil
Paint the picture with no stencil
We not from silver utensils
Dirtied my hands to get pesos
Won't quit, I know God got me
Slim boy, but my pockets ocky
Loud stink like the dirty laundry
I'm real down to the mitochondria
News channel turn you to a zombie
Only organic vibes around me
Running shit so they want to clock me
Usain Bolt, I left them all behind me
Sub-10 how I run up these racks
Chef Nobu how I cook up these raps
Too live, I don't know how to act
Frito-lay how I'm bagging these snacks
How I'm flossing, you could tell I got plaques
Where the bread? Drop a pin on the map
When you talk about me talk facts
By the weed the only time I been smacked
Sun-down to Sun-up, yeah
She want to turn up and turn up, yeah
Pour up and burn all the kush up, yeah
Hit from the back with a leg up, yeah
Cross me once and it's done up
I'm 'bout to chef up a come up
Soldiers, I got a ton of them
Foes, I'm scared of none of them
Boy I came up in the town with them shottas