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Uh

Yeah

Uh, uh

You know what the fuck it is man

Yeah

No I don't talk nice

I ain't friendly

And I still whip the tank on the empty

Bro got caught with nugs

Was booked a ten piece

The game ain't feeling well I got the remedy

Windows tinted you can't see me in this centipede

If I put trust in half these niggas that'd be the death of me

And I got monarchs on my feet that's just the check in me

And this Kabát on my body that's the Czech in me

If I give this shit my all what would be left in me

Aye

Aye

And I could never pop you

Locked up in my damn cell thinking what would god do

Teeth up on my nightstand looking like some fossils

Auntie on my birthday gifted me a Bible

So how the fuck I end up on the train with the prostitutes

Damn

Aye naw, fuck that bullshit

Major bout ready to box you

Major cook it up and serve you heat just like some Thai food

Nigga I'm about some shit that you'll never amount to

Posted on the square when the shit was still called Calhoun

We still ride that muthafucka' in the afternoon

Skullies on

No catacombs

Hit em up

Clack n boom

I ain't even mad at you

Fuck you get that attitude

You ain't even radical

Got more rings then Saturn do

Real rockstar I still get up in my conscience

Dude up in the mirror I'on really get along with

Nigga willy

Racing back to the hundreds

Out the window

Of the jeep I feel nothing

Now the mission is accomplished

Metal in your mouth I feel like the orthodontist

In the back rooms

Shooting shit with the prophets

Shits all bad news if I'm really being honest

Just saw 'sil like the other day

Same as always

He still posted half way cross the state

No exoneration

Tryna get my brodies somewhere nice

Give em all some payments

Told em Imma put 'em on

They just gotta be patient

Yeah

Told em imma put 'em on

They just gotta be patient

Yeah

All these niggas believe in me

Yeah you know what the fuck it is man

First place shit