Released on February 2, 2020

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Get your shit ran like DMC

Then I dip in the GMC, refill the gas with what you stashed for the DTE, and now you got depression, crash your GDP

Then your ash like Johnny Cash in 2003

Bitch, nobody stressing what you're pressing, took all of your keys

Plus you got interest, bitch. Pay up your fees

Can't nobody stop me, I do as I please

Got you on your knees, praying, "God help me please"

Got frost bite like you're Mr. Deeds

Whole fam on leaves, chop your trees, turn you into thneeds

Hide you in the reeds, I'ma a HooChi Man like I fight Vietnamese

In an APC, fired RPG, in GTA, spray the FIB, wait your turn like FFV

Hulkamania, WWE. Charge $80 a ticket, that's PPV

Flashback when I sported dirty DC's

And I didn't see myself up on the TV

And I rewatched rematches of RVD

Flipping, and kicking, 123 from the referee

Kiddy giddy filled with glee, mentality planting seeds

Turn it into bars when I'm 18, and be a millionaire by twenty ONE

Drown to death in money. Nightmares manufactured into dreams

Buy Adobe, write a scripture, feature homies, and your obituary in the office, on the Word screen

And I Excel and run shit with a power point presentation and PS

I'll make a AI without an ID to wipe out your whole fleet from the CC

They DOA, CSI scan with UV and you can't peep without the RGB

But I got the paper printing like CMYK

Need a x-ray after I spill the FMJ

And you can't say JK, because your brains spilled on the freeway

I go on with this scheme all damn day

But you spent your time with the boys at YMCA

AKA, the village people

Here's the church, here's the steeple. All the liquor got me feeble

I'll make your girl do some kegles, while I'm blowing your cerebral