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Meth Back!
Flee Lord
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Conway the Machine
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Method Man
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SK da King
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Iron lung, iron skin, pretty Tony, we ironin'
Cream chocolate deluxe, loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't him, they lyin' then, need to shape up, align him in
Lie again, and him wind up in the casket he lyin' in
A'ighty then, try me, see, they ain't winnin', but I ain't them
Ain't none my friends or in any conversation that I am in
I'm dope, heads be noddin' like dope, there's no denyin' it
My block sell dope, I'm a product of my environment
The work I'm supplyin', if y'all just workers providin'
Then this drum work for headshots like early rะตtirements
I earned my title through lack of ะตarly entitlement
'Til I was titled rich, I ain't even know what entitled meant
That's wordplay, find my best words on my worst day
My urge say, "Put him back in the box," happy dirt day
Y'all heard me, man and machine, cons with the cream
Load them things and do 'em dirty until my conscience is clean (Woo)
Like RJ Payne, what are y'all sayin'?
Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames
I'm sure like life insurance, put out all y'all claims
Then I'm back to my bucket list to scratch out all y'all names
M-E-T-H-O-D, oh, yes, OG
Killer bees, we out here buzzin', y'all some S-O-B's
Time's up like OC, I keep it light, lowkey
I ain't come here to be polite, just keep them lights on me, ah-hah
This a stickup (This a stickup)
I want the jewelry, I want your wallet
Get them chips up (Get the money)
Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up (Nobody move, no)
Keep it cool, don't make a move (Nah, nah), keep your lips hush (Shh)
Won't be no hiccups (Right?)
Tight money before the deal, -, we been up (Been up)
Goons right behind me and they blicked up (Blicked up)
Keep - around like you can't get touched (Right? Right?)
We come and stick up, it's gon' be a stickup
Okay, National Geographic, I'm passionate with the ratchet (Boom-boom)
Coke game was a classic, I taxed it, but then I passed it (Yeah)
My yay was that butter, yo, akh, we never stutter (Uh-uh)
Three D's on the roof, they used to watch me every summer
Shaolin in buff, lot of brown in the cut (Back that boo up)
It's a army that surround me out of town in them trucks (Skrrt)
Lot of rounds in the cut (Boom-boom), jot it down if it's tough
Heater melt all the snow 'til you drown in the slush (Yeah)
Two scales on the counter, new sales all around us (Uh-huh)
Stay flier than a drone (Yoom), so the feds wanna ground us
Mask on, fillin' up the duffle 'til the cash gone
Loadin' up my - while my lady put her lash on (Yeah)
We the Empire State (Uh-huh), big stick by the safe (Let's go)
Team sick, by the way, you get clipped by the K, uh (Boom-boom)
Meditate and smokin', I be talkin' to P (R.I.P.)
Spittin' survival of the fittest while
I walk down these streets (Uh-huh)
This a stickup (This a stickup)
I want the jewelry, I want your wallet
Get them chips up (Get the money)
Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up (Nobody move, no)
Keep it cool, don't make a move (Nah, nah), keep your lips hush (Shh)
Won't be no hiccups (Right?)
Tight money before the deal, -, we been up (Been up)
Goons right behind me and they blicked up (Blicked up)
Keep - around like you can't get touched (Right? Right?)
We come and stick up, it's gon' be a stickup
Okay, it's Drumwork and the drum work and the gun work (Yeah)
So it's him or me, whatever come first, I done worse
Been chosen from birth, just think of
Phone sex, they couldn't come close
Catch a sunstroke, oh, you got heart?
I blow it out, followed by blunt smoke
It's on, I'm up first, watch him every step like an upskirt
Like my trust broke, snitches care how much your son worth
They still ain't find him after a month search, it's too much dirt
They let it go, too much work, his fam can't
Keep goin', it's too much hurt (Ah-hah)
He see all these shots fly up close, he got the floor view (Woo)
Shout out to King James, I just upped the score too (Uh-huh)
That man got kicked like a horseshoe, he gon' need a horseshoe
It's World War II if you pussy, bet won't nobody pull through
This life we in that we was born to, we was forced to
But whether you die, it's your choice
To, get down or lay down, it's on you
It's awful how I off that boy and act cordial like it's normal
Like that - immortal, middle fingers to the courtroom, motherfucker
Yeah, real dope boy -, used to throw money and stroke her (Huh?)
Moved out the hood, still get my grass cut by a smoker (Facts)
My brodie in the feds, got an iPhone and a poker (Uh-huh)
Pack shoppin' in Denver, plug give me good numbers like Joker (Yeah)
It's nothin' to throw up, five hundred pound order at you
I - with the grower (I - with the grower, -)
- Even look wrong, brodie uppin' his blower (Blower)
I could meet a - tonight, but after
I -, I don't know her (Ah-hah)
Shootin' out the back of an i7, crime legend (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna stack this money tall as a - that's standin' 5'7"
- Ain't stoppin' or blockin' my blessings
Told - she lucky to even be here in my presence (Ah-hah)
She took a PJ before, but not the jumble (Nah)
Used to get a block and sell a four-way for the Mutombo
My vision is tunnel (Tunnel), my kicks is twenty-two hundo
I spin through the jungle, if you can sell it
Then I can front you (I can front that)
You can give me any drug, we sell a lot of it (Uh)
The rumor is we was - with boy, no Bambaataa (Uh)
In Venice, Italy, Penne Arrabbiata this (We eatin')
We ballin' up gas, we on a water taxi (Woo), Drumwork
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