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Dunny I stay with a big Glock, I put em in ziplock You put em on Tiktok, what happened to hip-hop? The dope a** emcee, the DJ, big crates I first heard double dutch bust on them little eights Mr. Magic playing turn it down, it's too late Chuck D and Cool J, the era was so great Feeling the flashback of this dope a** rap Right now my foot is on these little n***as backs Click clack the iron, whoever outdid dying? Spin back, shoot whoever else did crying Forgive me Lord, the drug dealers ain't teach me none I had to learn, I seen n***as get killed for fronting Now I'm outside your Air BNB From thе era where thеy was scared to rhyme at DND Y'all n***as better stop, y'all know about D Block Funny a** dances n***a, all we had was the wop Maybe running man but I was tired for that Crack rocks n***a, black tops and ratchet Oh that's my little homie's sister? She can catch it Headcrack, what's in your bank? I can match it Yeah, don't let these n***as throw you off Like you supposed to die for them to go up north When a n***a that you following is extra soft Take his gun and smack him if he f**king cough I stay with the f'ing, I'll teach you a lesson It's not my fault I'm greater than you last in Too much hate is why you're missing your blessings Like my chances with any contestant Lower your tone now 'cause we all grown now That bid you did don't mean nothing, you home now That just mean you can catch two in your dome now Really I be going home, party alone now You ain't make it, you got no talent So use your rights and just remain silent Save the tough talk 'cause you ain't violent You just on drugs, you ain't wildin' When they knock your teeth out, you ain't smiling I pay taxes and you ain't filing I'm still hungry, my stomach is growling And the fangs is out, that mean my n***as is howling Hate's expected, we already seen love You mad we really getting the money you dreamed of Thirty three and a third, everything between us You seen loyalty every time you seen us Boy's a genius, get off my p*n*s Before you force me to send the cleaners What I am is my brother's keeper And what do kill you will make you weaker F**k boy What up boy? G lines Imma hit him twice, he think I'm throwing the peace sign Double tap, it's a bubble wrap If they cooking up then it's coming back Hit him with an axe like a lumberjack Timber Lance with the thirty eights in em for n***as that think they ninjas Boy like Zeke in the finals, when I'm injured Gangsta, hate it when Sam fell for Ginger Dope boy, imma be gone til November Come back in a new drop Boiling to shoot like the NBA two spot What you really tryna do, huh? I'm the top boy, what you need a little food akh? You should know I'm the gold standard F**k with the horn boys, the black Ghostlander N***as better than Ghost? Nah that's so random N***as hard and they GOATS not, but no Cannon I ain't make the ball bounce but I made the bars bounce Started on the corner with a hard ounce I ain't tryna play the yard for the yard count Rather be on the island whipping the car around N***as is mad, block in the tar now But cut your bullet hole off, scar now Ghost
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