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[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Uh, uh
I told that bitch 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 bitch I need my space
Out the crib, oh nah, I run sickos, it's time to relocate
Cop the 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 Hell
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
Pussy 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 shit okay, okay, okay
We don't see you now, get lead it all
If we put him a box, that where that nigga gonna stand
We gonna put him on a price, that nigga head is not okay
I don't give a fuck, that's what I'm gon' say, okay, okay

[Bridge: Sh!nki]
Uh, huh, okay, okay
Yeah, I said that shit, I mean just what I say
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, okay
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, 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 bitch got a beat in, my mixers gon' mix him, it's lookin' like W, W me
Yeah, this shit no trouble, my fly look sturdy
Hella shit, 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