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Yeah, yeah

Ever since Diesle put us on 2 till 4
Yardie kicks, sh*t coming off the hinges
You can see the prints from the boots on the door
Jump on the stage like "Who wanna war?"
I'm not a yout' anymore
But don't get it twisted, I'm still a big kid
Might pull up in the whip with the windows tinted
Bags full of cash like Ricky and Ingrid
Got bad B's that'll make it clap for me
Got G's that'll make it clap for me
Push your wig back for me
Told you, don't disrespect the Lord, that's blasphemy
Why would you play with your life?
Don't act up again, you know that ain't really wise
Last time, my brudda's had the Twix in the ride
That's two sticks for you and your pu**y'ole guys
My enemies get splashed without water
And I be in the kitchen cooking up a snack for my daughter
Never get my hands dirty, I don't link cats on the corner
It's Big Smoke, I ain't talking no steam and sauna
Psycho, man, I'm too out of order
Keep my name out your mouth rude boy, you're a fan, better still you're a stalker

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