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[Verse]
(Bruiser Brigade!)
Mindstate like a stampede
Try to re-clone, try to revamp me
In the back of they mind, they wish they had me
The chrome close to his heart but he got mad reach
Set your homie on the lick, he got wet tea and wet feet
The clip came out a movie or a dream
Every time you see the sparks fly, it's not what it seems
Every time he part ties like he comin' out a funeral
Hе comin' out a shroom trip on the beach
So fresh and so clеan every time I hit the scene
Ain't nobody killin' me, my team never burgundy
[?] left to right, with elbow room, with the self-esteem
She came through [?] she might let me lean
My back just start achin' me and I'm 27
Conversations hold more weight than preachers and the reverends
It's like nostalgia
Like he talkin' 'bout the dead homie and he picked up and called ya
It's like the crane game, I wanna grab all ya
Got a seat at the table for you made of sawdust
When I saw we chopped it all up, we chopped it all up
Strapped like Gibraltar, proceed him as an artist
Unorthodox, we still don't know what to call it
Got the vaccine, still contagious when he talkin'