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Shoutout to Obidiah that n***a come with the fire Wait, pull up with flat tire My n***as is gettin higher Oh, now it's Jeremiah Now I'm back with the crew Ooh, what it do What it do What it do All my n***as got the flu And I got the f**king clue They really tried to rebrand and dude I keep it true I'm on my way to my dues You get confused It ain't hard to choose Tune it to the news I'm seein' blues I'm runnin' wit the [?] Jimmy Butler the Sixers I'm heatin' up Need me a f**kin' elixir I tried to miss her but I hit the swisher Everything that I pitch yeah I'm witcha I'm comin' through with a mix of cannabis on my lip I'm medicated from thе tips I insist Meditation on the hips I think I got the clips Oh, I got thе whips at the heart of this They took my shopping list In the abyss it ain't hard to miss The runners with the chips Either way I'm [?] this Somehow I'm gettin' crossed in this I'm tryna author this Uh, in my shell it served me well Water sing like Adele All our lines parallel So go and wish me well ([?], my n***a) with the clips and the quips Neighborhood watch they [?] Don't say a word, don't f**k with the simps Pressin' the button that equal the score Call my ass Bender got liquor and whores Planet Express, don't f**k with the postage' Yeah, pu**y ass n***as can't post a delivery boy Put bars at the door Fryin' you hoes Shootin' the gat like I'm Johnny so you n***as can't find me Pap pap pap pap b*t*hes walkin' 'round like [?] Peasant sh*t b*t*h Soft serving up This place is sh*t Click click click Finger movin' quick Ask your b*t*h She hopped up on the joystick This ain't no f**kin' toy sh*t High score shootin' 'til the boy miss Call me a droid, sh*t Let me concentrate Send my mind back into a constant state Pondering All of my mistakes If these shots dissipate Back to [?} And castaway like I'm Tom Hanks Undercover like I'm Cody Banks Fergie b*t*h cause I'm shoppin' ranks Flankin' b*t*h yeah I'm cooking steaks Whippin' it up it's a miracle Don't understand It's satirical You serious? Why so cynical? dark, I'm a criminal We brush of all our problems with bein' so frustrated They watchin' all our actions and the moves that we makin' We eatin' at your table didn't need an invitation We pop out where we want and never have no hesitation I swear we like the mafia Yeah we not here to play If you don't want any trouble better stay out of our way I come and wrap my verse and then my n***as know I'm gone I told her when we f**kin' that my Timbs are stayin' on If I'm on the track then you know I'm out of pocket Mantis with the feature takin' off like a rocket I pulled with two pistols like a god damn movie I Galaga on your b*t*h I think I got another groupie
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