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(Grr)
Ayo
(Grr)
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
(Grr)

Ayo, I'm on the Lear talkin' Flair
His face all bloody, robe hangin' off, got hit with a chair (Ah)
Wore our best tints to the dance floor, Greg Valentine lower tops
Blow his brains out, right off the handlebars (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Doggypile the DaVinci's, tremendous
Push a three door Benz, they never comin' out, I had twins (Skrrt)
Walked up on him, pulled my gun out close, take that f**kin' chain off (Take that f**kin' sh*t off)
I need that money and that socks filled with bags of dope (Ah)
Duffel bag rumors when we re'd up
My dread shot five n***as, move to VA and rock the Caesar (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Peace almighty, grimy (Peacе)
Kimbo edition, my alma mater is Fedеral prison (Ah)
Guess who ran the day room? Don't touch the wrong TV
I'm watchin' 106 and Park with my shades on
n***as gettin' pleasure when they toe tag your vintage Gaultier (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm talkin' old fashion, shooter got a coke habit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Ayo, the flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots ('Til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my n***as in the box (All my n***as in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my n***as in the box (All my n***as in the box, ah, Kushed God, b*t*h)
When one come home, then another got knocked (Uh, then another get knocked)

It only take a half a second to establish the hit (Really)
Send my lil' homie at you, have him stab through your KITH
Got a kilo on my neck, n***a, average a brick
Your b*t*h face painted on my pants, ravishing Rick (Uh)
How stylish is this? No hate, no malice is this
Whippin' heavy, all these carats on wrists
Thousand dollar bottle sprays, my whole palate is rich
Ménage à trois times six, n***a, Paris was lit
I get more twat, more checks than you (I shake the spot)
You a vegan, now you a vegetable (I spin the block)
All guns blazin', my man got locked
Came home, went back, he said it's vacation (Uh)
Up top shakin', just stuffed a Backwood of eighth when
West made the tag from the apron (Really)
Five star suites to bust plays, you do the Days Inn (Uh)
Get to the money, everyday spent

Ayo, the flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (Brr, brr, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my n***as in the box (All my n***as in the box)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Then another get knocked)
Flyest motherf**kers got the game on lock (Got the game on lock, ah)
Keep shootin' it 'til it ain't no shots (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, 'til it ain't no shots)
Allah, please forgive all my n***as in the box (Look, yeah, all my n***as in the box, ah)
When one come home, then another get knocked (Wale, uh, let's go, then another get knocked)

Alhamdulillah, most valuable like Hassan Assad
Got enhancements on them hammers, they'll do their job
On my side, Cullinan with the windows down
Play whatever hand I get, but never ever show my card
Lay down, n***as ain't thug, don't think we can't tell
It ring out, coughin' up blood, look like you're Gangrel
Folarin poppin', fiends coppin', that's my young one
A lot of shoppers don't look like Rockers because they Young Bucks
Haha, okay, who doper than them?
I got two pair of Duncan Foams and I ain't open 'em yet
A n***a been floatin' on these vocals, I been a GOAT with the pen
And n***as snub me all they want, we keep revolvers for that
Folarin is back, I tried to keep my dawg out the trap
He say he got it with that rock like Kevin Hart and McMahon
It's hard to be great and honestly way harder when black
And I feel like Jake Roberts, boy, slimin' is back, for real

Stolen whip in '87 (Skrrt), thought I caught my first body (Body)
305, drive-by, sawed-off shotty (Shotty)
Dude servin' at the Cuban store, gauge made him hit the floor
Only fifteen, but respect's what I was aimin' for
Florida DOC, just short of a decade
For a cruise ship heist down in Port Everglade
Hell in the Cell for real, with no chance of appeal (Guilty as charged)
Psychologically scarred 'cause some wounds never heal
My man Pedrito [?] caught steel in his neck (toma!)
Some things you never forget, no matter how high you get
Did burpees in solitary and pull-ups in the yard
I shadowboxed with cinderblocks to keep the skills hard
I solved charismatic enigmas, shut down red machines
Fought zombies from Death Valley and wrecked rabid wolverines
I played the role of defendant back when I played with triggers
Now I'm only played in video games and action figures
They sayin' Buffalo Kids be leavin' bodies in Niagara
Fully auto rip, blood flow like Viagra
Somebody throw up the X 'cause I'm takin' it home
I only rock a red and yellow when it's Patrick Mahomes

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