| Yeah, aha
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| Y’all, I got a feeling about this one, homie
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| Snap
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| Ayo my mind blown late night tripping, eyes wide
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| Next fucked, heartbeat skipping, tell 'em MIME tried
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| Ayo most y’all drink eh but I drankin' till I’m drippin'
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| Broughta half pound sack for my squad who nadda sippin'
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| Walk in shuddup I’ma lace the mic
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| I gotta flow up top gotta place to write
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| My damn skull so packed I can taste the tight
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| You don’t rap, more talk, take a space to type
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| Gimme work, fish scale trynna space tonight
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| We all lit, blackout but our place de light
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| Yea all I know, I follow through, you holla doe
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| You gotta know, yea pay the price start winning
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| Be baller bro, presto go to do it to em, bars ice cold
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| Gotta chance, to manoeuvre wit em
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| CryJaxx holla this M.I.M.E on the track
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| Bang yo head till yo neck go snap
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| Holla this M.I.M.E on the track
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| Bang yo head till yo neck go snap
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| Holla this CryJaxx, M.I.M.E on the track
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| Bang yo head till yo neck go snap
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| I’m so high, so high, facts I’m flying
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| These no lies, no lies, no lies, racks on racks
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| For my dope rhymes, dope minds, coke lines
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| Shorty hit that, have some dope times
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| Smoke mines, smoke mines, rolled up, light it then blow minds |