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Fully Loaded Cypher
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I'ma come clean, this one just for the city, yeah
IE
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright
Get your shit together
Real niggas stick together
Every day in any weather
This shit is forever
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Get your shit together
Real niggas stick together
Every day in any weather
This shit is forever
Stopping at the intersection
Fully loaded weapon
Right up under the seat
It's right here for the streets
It's for all my niggas that was never scared when it's beef
It's for the ones that tell me chill then doo-doo in place of me
Because they know I'm finna bring it back to the IE
And ain't a nigga in that city who don't know 'bout me
Bitch, I'm for sure with it
Don't check her phone when she alone, it got my songs in it
I hit it right, I make her shake like something wrong with it
It's extra magnums, extra rounds all night long in it
Because I'm long-winded, I don't do long distance
I don't like little girls screenshotting, I like grown women
That know exactly what they like and really grown living
She said it's three, I thought it was noon, time zone difference
I'm in my zone, nigga, yeah
Hold up, get your shit together
Real niggas stick together
Every day in any weather
This shit is forever
Stopping at the intersection
Fully loaded weapon
Right up under the seat
Ain't no love in these streets
Now cut the shit, it's time to separate the wolves from the sheep
Every time Price hit the booth, you know it turn to a feast
I do this shit for Zay, Neezy, Memeliko, and Z
Tana, Della, Ty, and Lily, for my peoples I bleed
I heard you niggas speaking on me, hope it's getting you paid
Meanwhile, your girl with me, that's why she giving you shade
That's why she hitting you late
I been covering shit, observing shit
Working hard, conservative and taxing for my services
Show up late and murder shit, I don't move with no nervousness
Glad to get the job done like I just got my work permit
Ghetto baby, had to rock the raw Sir de Mervin fit
Mama told me change is the only thing that's permanent
Pull up presidential on that black on black Suburban shit
Don't ask me why I'm swerving shit, just mind your business, cursive
Who that be? That be that young boy Bishop, I mean Price King
Label reps, they tried to take my life for black and white print
Me, I'm on TV and in these streets, I work the night shift
She want me to be the IE PD, I give her nice dick
Zero to two hundred in a flash like a light switch
Tried to turn it down, she said, "I like this"
Bitch, I'm fully loaded
Gotta let y'all have it, ayy
Growing up was tragic, ooh
Alcohol and madness, yeah
I manifested
Everything I imagined
You boys so stagnant
Tail still dragging
I was raised by Malik
Wonder where my dad went
But he was in the pen though
While we was stressed out with our hands low
Snuck out the house out the window
Got kicked out, had to kick doors
Went from a Ford to a Benzo
Skin black-brown like Winslow, hold up
Copy, I'm smoking indoor
Roll it to extendo
Pass it to my nympho
Cash App, PayPal, Venmo
That's the only info
Exchanging, we need everything
One for me, some for my gang
Just 'cause you thought it's a game
Told you not to play with flame
No goofy shit for fame
If you shoot, you better aim
These niggas moving strange
That nigga said he bang
Not a what? Not a thing
Mention nobody with my name
Only Price and Octane, bitch
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