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Beat by Mark, so I'm leavin' my mark (like what), Fuck a Key, bitch, it's Push for the Start
Cuzzo Trappin, he pushin' out carts, In the stu we all playin' our part like
Wanna seat at the table ain't showin' no heart, Hella risk on the play why we made it this far
Got Za in my lungs why I made it to Mars, My brother on point, even though he on bars
My brother on point even though he on bars, Me and the guys pop out different cars
So close to the finish, still know where we started (huh), Still know where we started
Money movin, don't pop out at parties, Get ma dukes a crib up at the top of the hills
You know we gon' buy her the largest, I just wanna get my brother out of that field
Come chill, get high like some Martians, Put that dot on your head like you Target
Nah, she fell in love with a bitch named Molly, Nah, pop out with the mob, sum like John Gotti (john gotti bitch)
They wanna fuck with me and Xav, they know we got it (know we got it bitch)
Shout out Marc, He four for four, my lil' nigga, poppin
Locked in the stu, had to throw out the key, Put in pain for the grind want a verse throw a fee
I was down on my ass, they was showin' they Teeth, They was showin' they colors, reason why I don't trust
Nun but my brother, reason why I don't show Love to no other, I love you, I got you
My bread like butter, watch it spread, From the back after that give me head
Try stay focus, relax off the meds, Rubber band round the money, be like Newlyweds
It ain't bout her, gotta leave you on read, I ain't Losin' this race, give a fuck who ahead
In this X6M shit move like a jet, In this life that we livin, don't do no regrets
Just sit back, watch how a nigga progress
Like, woah, woah, woah
Nah, watch how a nigga progressin kick shit like Messi
They think that I'm out of my mind the way I been talkin' to all these dead presidents
She wanna go back in time, we back to the future picked her up in Delorean
Drip diamonds on diamonds they shine like some ornaments, my team with the shit
You can't play in this tournament, Catch your ass by surprise when they send us your coordinates
Give a fuck who you is whack you and yo subordinates
You a writer, boy, let's see your story
I got shooters that pop out with F n N, With your blood, we gon' get us a message in
Quick shit, but folks ain't a minute man, nah