| Pro Tools is the Pyrex and now we’re taking over
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| My engineer is like the water, gets it mixed together
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| I’m hot as hell but cold as ice I’ll rock this shit forever
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| It’s time to push my product with the proper execution
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| I went from small town to nationwide distribution
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| My moves are calculated, don’t fuck with my timetable
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| I got a package in the plastic with the spine labeled
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| See I’m all about making money, doing what I love to do
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| But this game’ll treat you funny man, you can catch a slug or two
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| But I take it serious, this music’s not a game to me
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| And I’ve been successful with it so now they label me
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| Lyrically I drop missiles, y’all don’t even pop pistols
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| My music makes you hot like cluckers when the rock sizzles
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| Burn you like hot griddles, leave you in the hospital
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| Fuck with my money you’ll see rifles that are not little
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| When I cock that thang back, better hope you’re not what I aim at,
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| I push and I hustle my music because it’s so dope you can say that I slang
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| crack
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| Distribute my product to the masses now they loving it, got they heads ringing
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| now they feinding for another hit, gutter shit, better get back on my business
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| steady struggling, all about chasing my paper because this life can be so
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| troubling, gotta keep my pockets bubbling, regardless man it’s all G,
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| I do this dope music daily so now they call me
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| Studio’s the kitchen, the booth is like the stovetop
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| I don’t stop, whipping music making songs drop
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| Call shots, made it ma, look at me I’m on top
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| Off top, y’all are fruiter than cough drops
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| Better get back if you wanna try and sidetrack me making my dividends,
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| nothing is stopping me it’s making me motivated never giving in,
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| living in madness outlandish that’s why I brandish weapons |