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[Verse]
Ay yo
Went from nightmares and champagne wishes
To selling champagne colored MDMA in a Wraith to rollers and sniffers
No inhibitions, dough over b*tches, know it's the business
Flow with a vengeance, my spit should go with syringes
Been cooking crazy, it's residue all over the kitchen
Fiends itching for the potent sh*t me and Farma mixing
The last batch was an epidemic
Junkie took a hot shot to the neck and he was dead in minutes
The game full of garbage, these artists need better lyrics
And aеsthetics, bool cut jeans rocking 5x sh*t
But talking fly on a record
I got a nicе line, I can move half of the pie by breakfast
The work's certified, f*ck a tester
It moves by itself like a Tesla
It's like a fresh piece of crack coming out of the pot when my vinyls get pressed up
She heard sh*t was lit now she hang on my left nut
I left nut on the bed sheet, told her rest up
Killing sh*t now don't give a f*ck who got next up
I pray to God but got no time to hear the pastor preach
85% of these n*ggas be fast asleep
And need tutelage, my name ringing like the fugitive
I'll eat your food, I don't give a f*ck who it is
You hating n*ggas throwing sawed offs amidst the Fugees sh*t
Try your best there's still nothing you can do with this
Just push the needle through your wrist and enjoy the high
And tell your homies hurry up and buy
n*gga
[Outro:]
"You motherf*ckers know how I get down"
"I spit the hottest sh*t, you need it I got it sh*t"
"Have dope thoughts and spit heroin"
"Y'all never be on the level that we're on"
"That's a nice motherf*cker sh*t"
"f*ck the game up for real"

"Potent sh*t me and Farma mixing"