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[Joey Nieves]
Bitch betta back off
I'm about to blast off on the track dog
I could really give a fuck bouta fake in my face
Hop up in the cut then I'm fading away
All about the profit on a night like this
Came from the bottom now my mind right bitch
Everybody wanna live a life like this
But nobody wanna pay the price I did
God damn, fuck what you telling me I spit it dope
I got amphetamine all in my flow
Come with the energy I'm on the go
Do not depend on me I'm on my own
Light up the pack, I keep counting this money
I'm watching it stack
I was gone for a minute but bitch I be back
No cap when I rap only come with the facts
Never be flexing only finessing
Every song I be showing progression
If you want beef ima teach you a lesson
Joey no student so do not go test him
Betta getta vest
Get up on the beat and I'm leaving a bloody mess
I am not the one that you wanna contest
Gotta come and let em know not to fuck with the best like....

[Reyes]
I'll hit a lick and I'll black with my partner
Talkin' on me, pull up, spray you like water
Get your first day off the bus
We cannot believe you talkin' on us
GANG!
Countin' your minutes it comes with no luck
When Reyes x CoXain, pull up they all run
You'll see us laughing while stompin' your face in
They fuck with me cause they don't fuck with basics
Talkin' on tracks, what the fuck are you saying?
See you in person your story is changing
I got proof this pussy got to faces
Proof in the past can be seen in my cases
Fuckin' with Reyes I'm bustin your face in
Fuckin' with Joey you cannot up stage us
Fuckin' with CoXain he's running your taper
Fuckin' with H0M3SYK you're broke like a waiter

[CoXain]
Mister
Pick your pocket, pick your wallet
Everyone watching me cause
Even your ho, even the fuzz, even your family does
Name in the system, my hands in them cuffs
Knockin' out junkies and doin' them drugs
Fuck about livin' my life like a bum
If you got it I want it, I'm snatching your stuff
With 40's bouncing out
I whip my locs, and we just pulled up to the after show
With 40's and drowe
She rollin' dope on her own
With forty thousand more
I sip this tooley up
But still gonna sit right after though
Scars on my hand, cuts on my wrist
Blood on my pants, a box and some xans
I overdose, I comatose, the devil be watching my back
I cannot keep my control
I gotta grip on my ho
She gotta grip on this soul
That's that I'm in
They gonna take my shell
Body bag and then zip
Body bag then I'm in
I don't want die
Less I die with my friends
I don't want die
Less I die in a benz