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Left Lane Peep I'm a player of the highest order n***a my grind enormous, tend to the money tree like the brightest florists Neighborhood know who supply the order A [?] with my essay, negotiating beside the border Night ended when the day began Baby dumper lay you flat on yourself if he display the can By God's grace I escaped the hand To let my verse give birth to the nations like Father Abraham They say it's prickled but I say it's flam My customer's fickle, they ain't paying in if they don't get the flamest grams Every day the money changing hands My little cousin got a dub in VA and never changed the plan And he a diamond, the archers real He love pain cause they love sh*t, it's hard to feel I feel his pain 'cause I sat in the dark itself And wrote pain in Delaware, tears, Pa's in jail, I'm ill I swear boosters, death scarred me dog Now my little brother got the cartridge on, we here Like "See homie?", with his posture on He hated me in 8th grade, I had the goggles on Damn Like eyes puffing [?], count coming soon So we puff the ace, when they cut the halogens we gon' fluff the safe (Immobiliare) Ain't nun-ting, nothing safe Cut the tape, cover his face, we want the safe I don't know why these n***as is even rapping, slogs All these actors and rats, I'm bout to trap them slogs I had your friends asking questions like "What happened cuz?" Just know we ever have a grudge, I'm coming out for blood Just like Dracula does, my accountants adding up And we subtracting the scrubs that ain't ever had no love For a n***a, for my time, Lord forgive em Kept my distance, quarantined, formed a prison In my mind I rewind, I really seen bricks Stepped on white squares, we gave em that Billie Jean kick Privately kill these geeks with the grip Or I could flip and just blaze you on cam, I really mean that Bagging up the Reject 2 Thinking me and Con can relate, I'm a reject too We fresh, new, dropping VVS jewels I never move for BS, I tell the BS move (Immobiliare) Little G keep his hammer tucked (He got it) Uh, I green light it, he gon' blam you up (You know what's up n***a) n***as gotta understand what I'm about Choppers in the back in case the Jacks ran through my house (Uh) I'm treated like a king when I land in the South 30 bottles, let my shooters all stand on the couch (Whoo) Still get my hands on a thousand grams in a drought Million man, drop these stuffed bands in your mouth, whoa (Hahahaha) They love me like Cam when I'm out Carolina, I could have my dog cancel you out (Finish it n***a) Uh, tap dance on that brick (Huh) Let it dry then bag it up and zips Where I'm from, they got drums on the sticks (Brrrrrt) OGs dressing like bums but they rich (Facts) When they come, imma come with the fifth (Huh) Dumping till it sit back and ain't nothing in the clip, oh
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