| I talk way too fly potna I’m not gone frown if youn feel this
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| Cuz you can get high but you still gone come down to this real shit
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| I don’t be fightin and she low key like it
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| Ride round wit that bison and she low key like it
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| I’m mo Meech than Tyson and she low key like it
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| Foreign motor yikin and she low key like it
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| Never, speak, lay back, peep
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| Die for, family, not the, streets
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| Blessed wit, mouthpiece, so I, teach
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| Perfect? |
| Not quite, straightaway, speed
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| Bosses, plan, lil boys, dream
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| Paycheck? |
| No sir, revenue, streams
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| Wit a S, plural, multi, got to
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| Work horse, posted, I’m here, stop thoo
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| Big dog? |
| not you, ain’t gone, stunt though
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| My head, heavy, hard on, huncho
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| Enemies, team up, swap lies, scatter
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| They them, you you, it don’t, matter
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| I don’t be fightin and she low key like it
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| Ride round wit that bison and she low key like it
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| I’m mo Meech than Tyson and she low key like it
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| Foreign motor yikin and she low key like it
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| Big bark, no bite, so loud, WEAK
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| You just got a pot to piss in you can’t cook no beef |
| You just doin a buncha fishin youn know shit bout me
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| When I see you it’s no issue break yo neck to speak
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| Bank loan, 30 racks, for a, car
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| Start a, business, they like, NAH
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| Immigrants, take notes, we not, dummies
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| They still, play games, you next, it’s comin
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| They blew your country up and gave you Jesus
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| Now you migrate here and just forgot they evil
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| Look down on your brothers, we the chosen people
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| Keep that energy after we crush the eagle
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| I don’t be fightin and she low key like it
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| Ride round wit that bison and she low key like it
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| I’m mo Meech than Tyson and she low key like it
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| I’m who they recitin and she low key like it
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| Don’t bring ya mama to the war room
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| She won’t like what’s bout to go down
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| Don’t elect a leader, can’t afford to
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| Take em centuries to slow us down
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| Black Tide, wash the world free of the hatred
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| Black Tide, let them lie in their bed, they made it
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| Your brother switch sides cut him loose
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| We can’t tolerate no turncoats
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| This is war we got too much to lose
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| Light one for the dead let it burn slow |