| On the day we meet, don't act out
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| Pinky promise you and yours will get packed out
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| Back down, butterfly pass that pat down
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| Throwin' racks out, if I'm around don't leave your cash out
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| Smash out, then we gone in the shadows
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| Press the pedal, vibrations feel the rattle
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| Keep it down if we ridin' past twelve
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| Watch your back if you out past twelve
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| Used to pull a heist then we turn poltergeist
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| Death has been a pleasure, I was cursed for my life
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| Too much jewels, might melt in the light
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| Ten hours later, yelling SESH in the night, like
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| Is anyone around?
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| If I pop a round, will they flee from the sound?
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| Doubt it, switchblade, never leave home without it
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| Streets rougher than sand paper, five grit
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| Team tougher than these others, they ain't on shit
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| Scream "Fuck 'em!", sit back and await my diss
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| But it never comes, they know better, yeah
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| Two blunts get me cozy like a sweater
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| Dear underground, it has been a pleasure
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| Take a bow, reappear in the nether
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| To a lot, I'm an unsung treasure
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| In my plot, I don't want your attention
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| Shit straight, I don't need to take commissions
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| Intermission, let me cater the nutrition
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| Chose to speak, but they choose not to listen
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| Acting like they in position, but they isn't
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| Type to turn on their brothers for some mentions
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| I can see it in your eyes, we're not that different
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| I remember when I ain't had shit kicking, hmm, shame |