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Uh ok
Counting up my chips mothaf**ka
Talking bout you sick mothaf**ka
Huh doubting all that sh*t mothaf**ka
Yeah you about a b*t*h mothaf**ka
Tryna make my swerves every f**king day
Uh they tryna stop the work but they f**kin' can't
What Ima be a dog until my f**kin' day
Its my time motherf**ker, f**kin' A
Bleeding motherf**kers dry as the days long
Something in my mind that make me stay strong
b*t*h don't hit my line unless that pay come
I ain't got the time if you ain't paying nothing
I ain't got the time if you ain't got the loot
You carrying a weapon you won't c*ck and shoot
No weapon formed against us ever stopped the troops
Track stopping like a prostitute (whoop)

Ay ay ay yeah
Who wanna play-ay-ay
I never break aya-aye aye-aye-aye
All me, all alone yeah
You can take the body not the soul yeah
Can't nobody stop me on my own yeah
Still unbroken

Y'all been laying low mothaf**ka
Well I've been stuck on GO mothaf**ka
sh*t is fire dog stop drop and roll mothaf**ka
I hit that yaya-da-da-dow mothaf**ka
This that killer hustle cousin I'm like "f**k 'em they ain't want it tho"
Me and all my dogs stick together like a button up
Listen to your homies when they tell you "Hey you f**king up"
Somebody ask them haters why they all been out here ducking us
(?) Ima be rhyming on top of your corpse
I found myself in the ashes of who I was before
I broke myself down to my core and rebuilt from the floor
Now I'm a tower over everyone coming up short and its war

Ay ay ay yeah
Who wanna play-ay-ay
I never break aya-aye aye-aye-aye
All me, all alone yeah
You can take the body not the soul yeah
Can't nobody stop me on my own man
St-st-still unbroken

Look some of these rappers will talk about chopping and often while nobody saying a thing
While I just be spitting so f**k all the gimmicks I've been in this sh*t for a minute my mane
The energy giving is what I give back and thats been a fact so if this really a game
If y'all do not play it right keep you awake at night wishing you wasn't saying my name
Something you ain't been about b*t*h stop
Yuh I've been on the road making sh*t pop
But I can make a pit stop and we can just step and address all the sh*t talk
And why you been acting a b*t*h bruh
I'm 100 percent from the get yuh
And I don't owe nobody sh*t dog except that fire and brimstone
I'm higher than Jim Jones bruh I'll chop off like both of my hands and stab you with my wrist bones
Then I bring your b*t*h home let her give me some wisdom
You claiming you fire but let's see you spit something I still ain't hear sh*t from him but I still got his b*t*h c*mmin'
After my shows and these chicks bumping my new sh*t
Like Jerry (?) I'm ruthless
Like Jerry Spinger I'm stupid
I laid the b*t*h down a blueprint and she sticking to it like glue stick
Ooh sh*t Young Wicked I do this let's go

Ay ay ay yeah
Who wanna play-ay-ay
I never break aya-aye aye-aye-aye
All me, all alone yeah
You can take the body not the soul yeah
Can't nobody stop me on my own yeah
Still unbroken

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