| Set, ready, rush, rush, 'til it’s death, we brush
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| For this floor, better crush, crush, caving in from us
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| See I’m draped up and I’m dripped out
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| With my force out and my clip out
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| See I’m draped up and I’m dripped out
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| With my force out and my clip out, dip out
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| Xzar make you landslide, huh
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| We be running to the field while you look out from the wayside
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| Brought up by the graveside, huh
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| Forces fiending for my life fail to flourish through the late night
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| Gotta keep my aim right, huh
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| For the ally turned opp, you’ll get shot, broad daylight
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| Better pump your brakelight, huh
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| For you crash in your lane, I’m the dominating canine
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| Mula!
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| Pussy ass rapper you got stage fright, blood (Fuck outta here)
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| See my ice looking like a stage light, blood (Word)
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| MST pocket, 30K, like, blood (Racks)
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| See my dope brown and my yay' white, blood
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| Swimming in the water with the great white, blood (Bling)
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| Wild nigga, stab you with a steak knife, blood (Woozy)
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| I’m back in this bitch, selling crack in this bitch (Mula!)
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| Sell a half of a brick out the Acura whip
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| I got talent and shit, fuck this rapping and shit (Grrah)
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| Put the mac through his lip, gave him half of the clip (Blaow!) |