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[00:05.45]Look, Machine, bitch, I kill movements
[00:09.49]I will snap, promise you, scrap, I will lose it
[00:12.18]Strapped with this big ass MAC, I will use it
[00:15.63]Pop him, then pop him again, he still movin'
[00:18.16]Niggas got all these fantasies about coke sales
[00:21.20]Okay, my nigga, whatever make ya boat sail
[00:24.27]But me, I don't speak about the shit I don't sell
[00:27.48]I'm a SE G, I don't ride coattails
[00:30.31]All it take is a phone call made
[00:33.57]Four goons, four K's get ya porch sprayed
[00:36.51]I'm just tryna see my name on a Forbes page
[00:39.56]My new shit sound like something the Lord made
[00:42.74]A fuck nigga can't shake my hand
[00:44.95]And it's fuck any nigga if he snaked my man
[00:47.87]You dickride when you see me, you straight my fan
[00:50.87]I will slap you like a bitch 'til I break my hand, my nigga
[00:54.74]Haha, mad resi on my digi
[00:57.27]Squares with the stamp in the middle, they smellin' pissy
[00:59.97]Nigga in the hood talkin' all crazy, I'm like "Who is he?"
[01:03.28]Gave my youngin' the 30 shot, told him to get busy
[01:05.83]Can't touch me or my slime, hands-off policy
[01:08.63]Niggas gon' riot in the city if a nigga body me
[01:12.38]So think before you niggas throw a shot at me
[01:15.27]No respect, goons outside the church where yo momma be
[01:17.92]It gotta be like that, I know a nigga, let his pipe clap
[01:21.17]They gave him 25 to life
[01:22.92]He appealed it and gave them crackers that life back
[01:24.86]Eighteen in and seven left, then he back just like he never left
[01:30.20]50 pull ups on the bar, now he's on his 11th set (Hahahaha)
[01:41.97]Ayo, now that I got your attention, I'd like to mention I'm gifted
[01:45.43]Purple Label suspenders, MAC-11 extended
[01:47.86]Runnin' with killas, Margielas on menaces, dealing fish
[01:51.16]Using too much soda was ignorant
[01:52.91]Mind ya business or ya brains gon' hit the ceiling, Allah willing
[01:55.99]I can count a half a billion on a yacht chillin', rockin Louis linen
[02:00.43]Who he kiddin'? You couldn't tie the strings of my Europeans
[02:03.72]See 'em, shoot his BM in the BM
[02:06.37]I had to leave 'em, leakin', stinkin'
[02:08.63]Almost threw up, you shoulda seen it
[02:10.63]Diadora Purple Tape's screechin', I hopped the fence
[02:14.15]Jumped in the GL Benz, Cartiers, no lens
[02:17.33]My nigga started reachin'
[02:18.50]Make sure you hit every muh'fucker in site
[02:22.49]Throw them shits in Lake Erie tonight
[02:25.99]He said chill go and hide
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