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Churches and hearse for the death
They say youâre worthless if you ainât working for a check
Whatâs nigga purpose around me, ainât no respect
Half of them donât even deserve Family First on they neck
Iâm slick with the words, every verse is a threat
Run the floor like a ref plus Iâm real good with the Tec
Since a young slime, I done stood with the best
Iâll have you playing your block with your glock hoodie and vest
My whole style is what your piece envy
Thatâs why I smile when you talk wild and speak friendly
Round tables the label Iâm tryna bring with me
Only 3 dudes sitting, rest of the seats empty
Think pennies, I doubt if itâs gonna make dollars
UCLA be the only school that I made honors
Thatâs the University Corner Of Lennex Ave
Where you can come out when three packs and finish last
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F-F-F-Fast Lane, Mazarati swerving, big chip getting
I use to flood the Island with pouches, like you want those?
My man Bet is in the front row, with fingers thatâs longer than Mutumbo
I can front Oâz, your dun know
I kill em with one flow, my lines kinda like when the sun show (whoa)
Your boy back on his deen now, meanwhile
My bars bout as hard as the Pâs now
I can hand 100 grams to you for 3 thou (thousand)
But let them boys snatch it, you better become senile
See now, I ainât nothing like them other niggaz
They style is corny, look at them, thatâs why the corny niggaz
I stand in the Grand stunting, taking 100 pictures
Like I play in the pros how these hoes be coming with us
Iâm a heavy hitter, you done heard enough
Nothing to prove, Iâll take you to school like yellow bus (early)
Had a bad batch, so I lose, Iâm in a rush
Til K told me heâll bring me some dudes with better dust