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And bring it back to my city like a home game (Real shit)
And bring it back to my city like a home game (Green Lantern)
And bring it back to my city like a home game (Know what I'm sayin'?)
And bring it back to my cityโ (Ayo, ayo)
Now what the fuck I gotta talk for?
Hustle remind me of a chalkboard, all I see is green and white
My first block of raw gave my team some life
Two pots goin' off like beans and rice
Got a charge in, he don't wanna leave his wife
Now it's bugs on his dogs like fleas and lice
Nothin' cause lockjaws like fiends and pipes
Made his face change color like Jesus Christ, right
I got a spirit that led folks
Even when I was dead broke, they treated me like the head coach
My bitch drove to the West Coast for the best smoke
Chickenhead, you want bread? We spread loafs
Hated by niggas, I fed most
Keep an infrared close 'case I gotta leave 'em with lead smoke
Fuck y'all, I like dead folks
That's probably the reason why I'm conversatin' with Fred Ghost
Huh, I fed hope
My bitches follow instructions, they
Read notes on top of they bed, woke
Understand that the feds close
They heard everything I said and spoke, that's why I fled coasts
Nigga, come and get your head broke
You been a snitch, you like Benedict to the Redcoats
Niggas wanna see my leg broke
'Cause I found a price and I'm surrounded by white like egg yolk
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