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Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN:

Shittin' me, I don't even mean love, ask the jury I still stand on my statement, still do this shit every day of the week even to the trash, V Don (?), all the fly niggas, poo poo poo poo poo poo poo...!
Yeah choose rube, attitude I was all past curfew
Cops killed another black man this shit like the worst news it was Corona last week (Huh?)
We actually deep, 9 outta 15 niggas packin' heat
Wrote any o' yo' names'll be obsolete, absolutely up sold the top dog niggas know it's me! (IT'S HIM LORD!)
Bald heads like Jodeci
MAP loaded it was overseas a nigga say take yo' meds off like the cover they leavin'
Bow to the East (bow to the East!)
You bound to get feast on ahead a flea bitch she was a fridge? on, rip the pawn
Chop your hand off with the apron on! (Chop 'em off, nigga!)
Date on a rival ambulance had a late response (too too too too...!) when the first shot got paid for gone (ch-ching!)
Niggas is servin' packets, to keep their cable on! (Shit!)
Just cuz u made it rite DON't MaKE it WRONG!!!!!! (huh?)
Yeah, nigga I'm the king of this shit like Genghis Khan
Some type to cunt to make my penis soft!
Shittin' me! You know what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Verse 2: Da$H:

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch...., bet, smoke this shit so I don't smoke y'all niggas, hahaha, so, yeah, so, yo
All aboard I was really on tour for cannoli course
Leave it to one heard that the world is yours
I was really out in county makin' all the calls (Oh shit, nigga)
And I got me hawks? when it hurt when I heard that he shots yo' dome
Told the nigga that I get paid for droppin' poems
They would tell me I would porch when the chopper's gone (Skrrrt!)
Naw, but I earned it, whole plate out ain't no tourniquet (no)
Burn the spliff up it ain't expensive (Yeah)
Pay some when I'm gettin' pancin' (Yeah)
Love a bitch that pay attention, detention from them other ones
Youngin said they reduced these so we went and pulled us some other guns (grr!)
The funds increased, fucked her on the yacht out in Miami Beach (Naw)
Teach you what your teachers couldn't (couldn't)
Even proof them ain't shit important
I swear you shouldn't play with nothin', we associatin' with
Even if I walk cake I promise I couldn't shape the bitch
I swerved out in the latest whip, (know you see me nigga)
No you fuckin' know, I don't fuckin' play, man, stylin', nigga, yeah, so

Verse 3: Sauce Heist:

Ping ping ping ping ping ping... the nice life, you know the vibes!
Niggas out picky nine and left teeth marks behind
Bad footers sippin' juice, I ain't hard to find
Nightmares of Don Diva covers
Ops tryin' put me under covers
Too many 69s in deep cover (It's facts!)
I don't care who we under, I ain't jackin' it (nah)
Bandanna Kapital jacket (fly shit!) on the yacht, orange roughy fishin'
You a look player but broke like Scottie Pippen (Haha!)
Five hunned a foot is how we pick it
Balenciaga track shoes on the Amtrak
Makin' power moves, fuck flowers
Hand me 40 acres in a mule
Somewhere in a small town king of pressure
Time to shut 'em all down, I want the daughter
Of Diana Ross, love the way her eyes (that shit is sexy!) closed when I show her the scammers in the floors (Right right right right!)
R.I.P. Pop Smoke (R.I.P.!)
Linked with the Bloods in the low (Bueno!)
No blickies no folks (right, right), Designer we Tote
She lacks too, cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M