| Dax what up my G
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| Been a long time coming
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| I turn around and see they following my footsteps
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| Labels calling I’m the one they wanna look at
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| 20k a show any less don’t book that
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| If they want beef I’ma cook that
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| Last time I was on my way down
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| Now I’m on my way up it’s different
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| They won’t even look me in the face now
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| I’m getting money tryna keep my distance
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| I’m not these other guy’s
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| You should know otherwise
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| You must be fucking high
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| Thinking you touching mine
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| Pull up outside with the heat like it’s summertime
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| Hundred round drum turn your crew into butterflies
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| Take the track and I burn it to smithereens
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| Got a purpose it was a dream to be murdering on the scene
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| Turn the verse into gasoline murder curtains down at the seams
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| If you need that work you purchase it off of me
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| The men in black me and Dax came to kill 'em
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| We’re like cats eating kibble no I can’t keep it civil
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| Throw some crack on the track kick back let it sizzle yea
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| We came to make it rain cause you can’t make it drizzle
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| I’m just being honest I’m a man of my word
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| And ya’ll are Hannah Montana you ain’t had it like merk
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| I’m living double XL like the tag on my shirt
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| And if you coming at us you’d better strategise first mofucker
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| We making too much noise they can’t ignore us no
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| Choppers singing out the window of the tour bus yea
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| We ain’t coming down we too high up
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| Don’t try us we setting shit on fire now
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| We making too much noise they can’t ignore us no
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| Choppers singing out the window of the tour bus yea
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| We ain’t coming down we too high up
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| Don’t try us we setting shit on fire now
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| I got a lot of people waitin' on the downfall
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| These niggas trash, I pick it up like a groundball
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| Now ball, wait that I’m trippin' hope when I sound off
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| Count on, bitch your titties gettin' they bounce on
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| Slim thick skinny cute with your fat ass
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| No cap, you can get work like I skip class
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| Rip ass bitch, I’m the shit like pass gas
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| Rotate, drop dip and twerk fast
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| Who you think that you dealin' with when we roll through
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| I’m the sickest my nigga, yeah that’s a cold flew
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| Swear I’m one of the greatest that’s what I told you
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| Kameha wave, do flips like Goku
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| I be good for the soul like soul food
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| Make you forget your past, the old you
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| You should hop on the wave, and don’t you
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| Ever say old boy Dax didn’t warned you
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| This is not a game, this is not a test
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| This is not a drill, there is no arrest
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| Done face by the game got it on my neck
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| From the 613 got it on my chest
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| All you niggas lame, all you niggas frauds
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| Yeah you high right now but you finna cool off
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| I’m not stoned to the game til the wheels fall of
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| Made that — go
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| It’s Dax
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| We making too much noise they can’t ignore us no
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| Choppers singing out the window of the tour bus yea
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| We ain’t coming down we too high up
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| Don’t try us we setting shit on fire now |