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Pockets droppin', niggas hurtin' money down
It's kinda like tryin' to pass a kidney stone
But I got hustle in my veins and my bones and my skin
Motherfucker, I'ma win
One foot in the grave, the other one in the pen
One hand on the scale, the other one on my skin
Heartless, empty the cartridge
Darkness
Darkness

Get out the dodge, folks
No
Creep up on the fixture and give it to a dick
You might be sick, man, but I'm much simpler
You might be sick, man, but I'm much slicker
That's your wife, man, but she my real father
What you all bein'?
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Turn up the music, never pull a pistol if you ain't planning on usin' it
And around and around he goes, we're almost out, nobody knows
Skating in my old mobile, sittin' on top of the hill
Smokin' on some peel, burnin' the rubber off my wheels
Lettin' them know that I'm for real, chewin' off my smear
My rearbone, French and black, make it real
I'd rather not shoot you, I'd rather fight
I just look like this, but I'll be the first one to strike
Bumped his bra the other night, her monkey was hella tight
Her ex lookin' like he wanna take flight
Knowin' that the nigga soft, but then the baby's white
He tryin' to prove it, I knew it, and that fluid will do it
Before I lose it, turn up the music
Turn up the music
Bumped his bra the other night, her monkey was hella tight