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This nigga Black keep coughin', I'ma hold the blunt
I ain't even gon' pass him the blunt
'Cause if I pass him the blunt, all he
Gon' do is cough over this whole shit
Yeah
Alright, nigga, keep it down
Uh
My previous flip is worth a couple Pateks
My circle infrared small, got in trouble for less (Uh-huh)
Rapper toe-to-toe, that's like Russian roulette
Hate crime to themselves, fuckin' Jussie Smollett
Headshots, rang and bang, them things duet
Light feet, step in the name, La Flame two-step
You guessed it, my young boys too reckless
Endgame, pen game, Joe Pesc-ish (Uh)
Give 'em somethin' to digest
Niggas' gangster cards be legitimate, that's the Fry Fest (Uh)
I ain't trippin', send 'em my best
And when they start talkin' M1 shit, I'm like, "I guess"
Isn't it ironic?
We adore who ignores, ignore who adore us
I'm sick talkin' 'bout all this (Uh)
Well, hey, what's life? Pressure make diamonds and bust pipes
Right, uh
Four hundred forty-eight grams and countin'
Right, you only get this ticket if you visit the mountains
Uh, risk-takers shakin' front the tower and housin'
Uh, just a couple re-ups from five hundred thousands
Uh, ponder the plays (Check 'em out), I'm in a display
Dishonorable ways help feds carnage the game (Damn)
How do you tarnish your name? How do
You not show honor and bang? (How?)
I don't understand, I regard it as strange (I don't get it)
Pardon my gaze, my thoughts driftin'
Takin' chances, they only talk riskin'
Hope every play's auspicious (Every one)
Before I get prepped by the morticians
They gotta Forbes list us (Give me), pray to
Lord, don't let the law grip us (Nah, nah)
Dyin' here or dyin' in prison, what's more vicious? (I don't know)
I don't know, my G, but I'm pushin' all limits
I abhor critics that never play, blocks where they pepper spray
Shots from teens in their whatever phase
Separate real from the fake, they'll never raise (They'll never raise)
The question, is these niggas like us on whatever plane?
In separate lanes, watch us speed by
Got my eagle eye on the money, now watch the thieves cry
Uh, four hundred forty-eight grams and countin'
Right, you only get this ticket if you visit the mountains (Uh-huh)
Uh, risk-takers shakin' front the tower and housin' (Yeah)
Uh, just a couple re-ups from five hundred thousands (Uh, yeah, uh)
I'm off the Elzebar walk with the TEC in my coat
Feds guess, catch death in the message I quote (Woo)
Shootin' like dead left, far faster than folks
Fuck the game, less stress, French press with the dope
Uh, how the fuck you dead stressin' a note? (Huh?)
I don't break shit, cut ten sections and ghost (Bye)
Uh, I spend a watch on leg catches and totes (Uh-huh)
Yeah, you catch a box, I'm leg pressin' a boat (Woo)
Uh, I'm a realist, not a pessimist, ho (Nah)
Uh, but how the fuck your legs stretch in a coach? (How?)
Hahahaha, look, all I see is featherweight (Uh)
Rapper, what you did? I spit what I did yesterday (Woo)
Holes in your lane, no asphalt to fill 'em (Nope)
Thrown in the game 'cause cats talk to villains
Bury the files before I carry the trial
All I wanted was the Rollie with the Arabic dial, huh?
Uh, four hundred forty-eight grams and countin'
Right, you only get this ticket if you visit the mountains
Uh, risk-takers shakin' front the tower and housin'
Uh, just a couple re-ups from five hundred thousands