Separation

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Maplemade

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Hey, he say he a king, I'm an ace if it's a card game
How I take his queen and play the bitch like she an arcade
We been in that water, goin hard up in the shark tank
Beef with us will make ya death sooner if it's far away
I'm a hard head, ballin hard as Timmy Hardaway
I live by that Art of War, move around with all this pain
Up in school it's Common Core, for me, the streets taught the game
I'm a big boss like Rick Ross, I'm talkin Freeway
Hundred dollar zips of good lows for the cheap skates
And all these rappers shoulder ride the flow, now I got back pain
You better off the lesser that I know, so I don't tax things
Put you on a TV for that money, The Amazing Race
Breaking Bad for real, choke a opp out like Krazy-8
And overtime, we probably touched a million pounds of Mary Jane
I know you couldn't never hold it down, lil boy, you're very lame
I was drinkin lean in high school, f*ck an underage
Steppin to my brother get you buried by your brother's grave
I be with them cuttas, Curry on me for my day-to-day
And I be in the trap, a birdie on me and a Gatorade
I'm the type, a bitch gon ask my name, I tell her I'm Maplemade
You the type who lookin for some fame and catch a hockey play
We slide with them sticks, and cook they ass the Ocky way
Got this red dot, like Chicken Pox, put it on ya face
Bitch, we bend blocks, them bullets fallin down the autumn way
Put a zero on your homie back and never catch a case
If I catch a opp off cognac, I make him levitate
I don't wanna speak, let brody ass her my Beretta sing
Feelin like the Zodiac, bitch, you oughta separate
When we was on our last, you know we asked the lord for better days
I like all my bitches skinny with some ass and featherweight
And I like all my homies gettin bags, so we can celebrate
I know my time bomb tickin fast, so I just separate
These pythons be turnin into rats, that's what that cheddar make
You the type to take your brother's slice just for some extra cake
I'm the type to find your mother's place and go redecorate
I'm a 5'7" heavyweight, boy, I'm a pocket ace
Five-sevens make em elevate and leave ya block amazed
Bullets flyin round, I hawk him down and then I walk away
You ever seen a fiend withdrawal? Look like he tryna Harlem Shake
He say he want big nugs, but doggy gettin shake shake
All you get is breadcrumbs, you don't even make cake
Screamin out redrum, slidin with that trey-eight
Paper full of dead bums and all I do is face face like bro said
How you say that to your bitch when she rode me just like a moped
This red dot my red button for me if it's code red
Headshot, hit his forehead, get his fro edged
Lemon-lime with the Prometh
If I tell your bitch to do it, that bitch finna fetch
I need my money right now, not a minute less
White bitch, like an Olsen twin, behind the wheel, I'm gettin neck
Plottin on them millions, don't try to steal, we kill for less

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