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Check it These flagrant thugs got hate in they blood sh** it maybe the buzz that cater the grudge But I, I cater the d** that take them above You couldn't, sh** on the set if this was flavor of love Love, your mans a menace get blammed in minutes Till it, Jamm will finish for this band and tenants n***a, damn a rented I done ran through digits Blowin' down cake like it had some candles in it Midget, I Race pa** ya fake a** Bumpin my music, But I ain't ray Cash Eat Dirt, Taste Gas Straight laugh at these haters who envy This street sh**, your whole style is Radio Friendly Look, When its Prime Time Biter I grind Mines Shines blind Wrist Brighter than Einstein Couple OG's that's rotten at 5'9 For a Oz they'll wipe out your timeline Put you in a box lettin' them guns clap Pressed like a thumbtack Left where ya pump at You peddlers is dumb whack The chef make it come back I'll Stretch ya Like I'm gettin' ready to Run Track I'm on another level You peep my swagger miss These n***as swagger less I'll show you how to swag this dip Come Through Stuntin' Lightin' a Fat L Aston Martin Have em' lookin' tighter than Maxwell Let a n***a front Hell be bitin' a cap shell A heavyweight, these other n***as lighter than pastels Sweet As Laffy Taffy I get it crackin' Scrappy This will be the only way you hear somebody clappin' at me