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Gra-Gra-Gra-Gra Is that you JJ Be keeping that Bizzy Muna monster If I walk with the tote clip That structure Bloodclot Like, look What's a demon to a goblin I was trappin', I was robbin' Every villain got a problem (Facts) Look, every hero got a gotham Every child need a father Like, I was raised by the block I was nine when my father got knocked I was twelve when my brother got knocked I was thirteen when I left off that shot Eliminated I had to get on that gritty sh*t I ain't forgiving em (At all) I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna f**k Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain't switching up Look, serving these fiends for what? So I can have J's when I step in the club (Facts) Look now I got foreign's I'm steppin' in dior Drugs in my system I'm drinking my [?] My body different, I was the grinch I ain't care 'bout no Christmas Look, she wanna hit this I done f**k b*t*hes and f**ked with they're friendships Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick No I'm Fivio but I got that big drip This ain't no race don't trip b*t*h, I took an L and then I got big lit Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I ain't got time to beef over kid sh*t I took an opp off the hitlist My n***as sliding they think that they blitzen Look, these n***as lie in the booth See me in person like who you gon' yell at You ain't no shooter boy who you gon' tell that If I get booked Marz know where the bell at I was 'round pack but no I never sell that Uh, did a flip with some coke I told my 'migo to mail that Like, look I said y'all n***as play too much I keep it brief, up in these raps No I ain't saying too much, these n***as ain't do enough Y'all n***as spinning, but y'all ain't even spinning on n***as that's ain't even tuff Had that pu**y boy bleeding that time of the month My shooters been on a hunt When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts) I asked if you ready or not If I see an opp, don't think it's sweet 'cause you know it's baby bottlepop When it comes to these bars I'm really elite b*t*h I'm the one who made it hot Like, look I was spinin' on any block I'm off the 'trone I said I don't do ciroc From the east where they cook up But I be in the stop where the real n***as milly rock And my shooter just hit me like good luck You know it get spooky up at the top 'Cause that's when you see who hatin' They ain't gon' love you when you leave the block Like nah ma', always on go I don't care 'bout no stop signs Top 5 Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5 On the dead guys Uh, n***as say different then he get his head fried You a damn lie Like, you mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
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