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XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 1
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Polo G
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brr) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Jetson made another one, haha Oh Lord, Jetson made another one Ooh, I'm that man I can't trip 'cause it's way off-brand I had plans for the playoffs, damn City used to hate, but I made y'all fans Aw man, I hit 'em both way, ain't y'all friends? She know how to cook and take off pants Flow relaxed, but I ain't on Xan I'm T'd up like Jake Austin If you got an issue, then say somethin' Used to do shows, I ain't make nothin' Now I got bread, but I ain't content Y'all so street, nah, I ain't convinced That's just somethin' that you came up with I just want someone to lay up with I call her babе, but she know I can't marry her Ciroc cranberry, my sh*t cla**ic, Tom & Jеrry Lot of commentary, sh*t seem cool, but it's gotten scary F**k the game up, I'm poppin' cherries At the mall, they stop and staring I got birds, but they not canary Keed talk to 'em (Yeah) Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, sla-slatt, slatty, slatty Hop in a Jag' or a 'Cat, I'm goin' crazy I get lazy Cranberry Burberry shirt, put my pants grey N***a play with S-L-I-M-E, get sprayed Heard you bought a carat, got a chop, woo, woo Seal on the paints, on the wraps, woo, woo Pounds in the bookbag like I'm goin' to school Got slits in the jeans, got spikes on the shoes Ooh, get wavy, ooh, Biscotti blunt Ooh, I face it, I'm comin' with cadence Yeah, Slime, Polo Yeah, yeah, Keed talk to 'em And I'm really in my bag, she want it, I'm payin' for it B*t*h, I put in blood, sweat, and tears, and I ran for it Trappin' just to make a way, got stuck up in that jam for it Bag of chip died, know I couldn't put out my hand for it Now I'm that n***a in my city and yours I'm so quick to put them in they place like a landlord They gon' kill what you believe if you don't make a stand for it, look I got n***as mad, 'cause I'm blessed and I'm winnin' Only if they really knew this was just the beginnin' With that weapon he spinnin', Smith & Wesson was spittin' This hot sh*t'll cook your noodle in less than a minute Kick in his door and put that sawed in his mouth I'll have my killers come and paint the walls in his house Deactivate his soul, hollows loggin' him out Lost his mind, seen that blood from his dawg spillin' out I was on the frontline, standin' tall in the drought I been goin' hard like I gotta ball for the scouts Bipolar with my love, 'cause I fall in and out These new generation gangsters do it all for the clout Put the whole hood on my back, I had to carry ya Odds stacked against me, nun' but crime in my area First-generation millionaire, I had to break the barriers Tryna open up my third eye, it's only gettin' scarier Damn, a new disease dropped, causin' ma** hysteria It's always some bullsh*t, welcome to America, n***a Yeah, Jetson made another one, aha Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
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