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[Freestyle]
I be on some sh*t dog; Yall be on that clown sh*t
Walking with your grits on; I'm walking with some pound sh*t
That lay a n*gga down sh*t, murder, murder, gun-play
You n*ggas sh*tty, I'm getting busy just like one way
n*ggas with me I'm on the grizzy, I wait for Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday to Saturday the cops come, I'm thataway
I rush the back, tuck-n-pack tryna get the crack away
That f*ckin' Russian mac blows this n*ggas back away
One tap, gun clatt, move these n*ggas back a day
I lay enemies in memory homie; I'm like Nowitzki with that semi up on me, Imma shoot!
G'yeah that hop out for dollars gimme the loot, like B-I this .35 giving n*ggas the juice
Like 2Pac, a few shots a ring get him out of there
I let it fling, put a stain on his Rocawear
Boy is you kidding I got rhythm like a rocking chair
The way I spit it, it's the sick now get the doc in here
I need medicine, he talking who he better than
Soft like gelatin, I'm hard like skeleton
You're rookie I'm a veteran, n*gga get your weight up
You're never supposed to ever fold, you stand straight up
Wearing make up, I'm dirty in the game
Meek Mill, I need 30 to my name n*gga
Mill that is, how real that is
If this youngin' playing with hammers, we gon' kill that kid
I run up on 'em make em' feel that SIG
Give em seven, now the medics gotta wheel that kid
To the hospital, them shots hit you, you not livin'
So stop trippin', that pound nose like Scott Pippen