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[verse 1: jamar rose]
uh, uh
i told that b*tch i’m home
ride around and i smell like stone
ride around, somethin’ big in the trunk
downtown, i say what’s up
i bet they won’t say my name once again
nah, they won’t repeat it
think i found the missing one’s a piece
nah, feel like i’m bleeding
got my hand up on the key
that’s how that boy gon’ get the league
controller, nah his body in a box
i’m so undefeated
grab another cup and double up
it’s fun to have him leanin’
think that boy a smoke comin’ on
i’m michael jackson, beat it
they was in the way, they gone, okay
told that b*tch i need my sp*ce
out thе crib, oh nah, i run sickos, it’s time to relocate
cop thе wheel, that’s what i smoke, the weed, and
i been so off the deep end
racin’ off inside my demon
they’ll never catch a mean end
say my name, i’ll catch you breathin’
then we gon’ end in h*ll
no pack, i took from one them
blow the smoke up in the air
i get too high, man, i’m too gone
smoke another one, and i’m too strong
you see the progress, man, it’s crystal clear
number one, i run this whole race, put your bets in here, uh
[verse 2: sh!nki]
i just made a bag, i’ma run it up today
’cause i keep ’em by the dozen, pockets never get the k
p*ssy think that he can get it all, my chopper let it spray
time to let him go, i put a man in box, okay, okay
rounds like majorada, spinnin’ on your block, okay, okay
blew this cottage face, price’ll get a raise, okay, okay
never caught a case, live all kind, don’t care, okay, okay
hauntin’ dangerous, i do this sh*t okay, okay, okay
we don’t see you now, get lead it all
if we put him a box, that where that n*gga gonna stand
we gonna put him on a price, that n*gga head is not okay
i don’t give a f*ck, that’s what i’m gon’ say, okay, okay

[bridge: sh!nki]
uh, huh, okay, okay
yeah, i said that sh*t, i mean just what i say
i don’t give a f*ck, i don’t give a f*ck, okay
i don’t give a f*ck, i don’t give a f*ck, okay

[verse 3: r*zeta]
yeah
got me feet up, kickin’ it wit’ yo chick, uh
i got that game on locks
she gettin’ freaky
she wanna be my toy, so i’m finna hop in that box
[?] is really egregious
see, i’m droppin’ new tracks, [?]
prison a game, but don’t call me the gene of my study
a demon, she fan like reece
she pump on her ass, it sound like baby, chill out
i’m finna get me a bag wit’ a sunrise
gotta show off, i might’ve seen son rise
been on low as of late, now it’s go time, gotta ball
you’re just the type that i blow by
k in my grip, and this shot finna blow by
[?] got a [?], i need directional shows like a [?]
t*throwin’ me off, but now i’m back in the pen like wwe
my b*tch got a beat in, my mixers gon’ mix him, it’s lookin’ like w, w me
yeah, this sh*t no trouble, my fly look st*rdy
h*lla sh*t, it’s gettin’ down like [?]
scare the opps, i [?] with that .30
i say skip a beat, and i’m doin’ him dirty
final lesson ’round the block, [?] the most
finna empty out the clip, let’s get straight to workin’ a ghost
when a snail look fast, they get lost in the sauce
all cuttin’ the costs and deliverin’ bounce
got to f’s left to give out [?]
if i whip any more, i might drown
go off the deep end
[?] lovin’ my sound
[outro: jamar rose]
bah

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