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By J.R. Writer

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These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood

Shit it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge

But I, I cater the drugs that take them above

You couldn't, shit on the set if this was flavor of love

Love, your mans a menace get blammed in minutes

Till it, Jamm will finish for this band and tenants

Nigga, damn a rented I done ran through digits

Blowin' down cake like it had some candles in it

Midget, I race pass ya fake ass

Bumpin' my music, But I ain't ray Cash

Eat Dirt, Taste Gas

Straight laugh at these haters who envy

This street shit, your whole style is Radio Friendly

Look, When its Prime Time

Biter I grind Mines

Shines blind

Wrist Brighter than Einstein

Couple OG's that's rotten at 5'9

For a Oz they'll wipe out your timeline

Put you in a box lettin' them guns clap

Pressed like a thumbtack

Left where ya pump at

You peddlers is dumb whack

The chef make it come back

I'll Stretch ya

Like I'm gettin' ready to Run Track

I'm on another level

You peep my swagger miss

These niggas swagger less

I'll show you how to swag this dip

Come Through Stuntin'

Lightin' a fat "L"

Aston Martin Have 'em lookin' tighter than Maxwell

Let a nigga front

Hell be bitin' a cap shell

A heavyweight, these other niggas lighter than pastels

Sweet As Laffy Taffy

I get it crackin' Scrappy

This will be the only way you hear somebody clappin' at me