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In the booth, I'm a vet, I'm a soldier Knockin' out beats, I ain't talkin' Balboa
Gotta play yo cards right like it's poker
Don't pass me no bottle, ho, I smoke that Doja It's all in the air smell the odor
Wood got me chokin'

I'm up in the solar Trynna chase the bag till I fall over
This shit pipin hot, get the steamin ' like Folgers
In the deep end, one leg on each shoulder She callin' me daddy, I ain't pushin' no
stroller In your city, pop up like a toaster

I'm straight out the mud like a motherfuckin' ogre
On the beat, I'm a clown like the Joker I'm standin' on business, go up like a post-it
Like a boulder, you gotta stay solid Get on stage, shake my dreads like a rasta
Sick at this shit, get the doctor All green lights, you know I ain't stoppin

Call the bitch Joe, cause she get sloppy She bad to the bone, and you know that she
chocolate Up in Denver, we rollin' exotic
Runnin' beats like I left on a faucet I'm tryna take off like a rocket
Behind them windows, I be blowin' They question ' my name, I say, bitch, I be

flowin' Gotta get through the rain when it's stormin
Always cook up get to grillin' like Foreman Gotta watch em they plottin' on portions
Walk in the venue, we was gettin' escorted On the flight, writin songs this shit boring
This shit got started at school in the mornin' Squeeze on ah bitch, nose  you a bozo

Get to the cake, you can call me Bartolo In the booth, got this shit in the chokehold
Gotta keep goin', a nigga can't let go Deliver my bars like I'm Sysco
You don't wanna try me, nigga, I ain't Dej loaf Clouds get dark get the rain coat
Head of this shit, you can call me the damn Pope

In the booth, I'm a vet, I'm a soldier Knockin' out beats, I ain't talkin' Balboa
Gotta play your cards right like it's poker
Don't pass me no bottle, ho, I smoke that Doja It's all in the air, smell the odor
Wood got me chokin', I'm up in the solar Tryna chase the bag till I fall over

This shit pipin' hot , get to steamin' like Folgers
In the deep end, one leg on each  shoulders She callin' me daddy, I ain't pushin' no stroller
When you on your toes, niggas askin for favors Hoes don't love you cut em off like the cable
We on the plane, we came from beatin' on tables

State to state, we pop out in the city We at the venue deep, you know that they with me
And they said that we was never winnin' But now we on the way, we ain't missin
Get the bag and that's the only mission Make a way to get up out the trench's
Cause in the Lou, niggas just disappearin' Tryna come from the rags to riches

Had to learn to trust the bag, not the bitches They be framin' niggas up like a picture
When you in the grave, that's the day they gon' miss you
Stop all that cryin', no need for no tissue Off the plane, on the go where the whistle
And for a name, she get down to the gristle And in the Lou, niggas won't think to kill you

So be smart, gotta keep your pistol State to state, niggas know I'm official
Up out of town, up in two different vehicles Come from the heart and a young nigga lyrical
Jumpin states like a nigga was touring  You know I been through the rain, it was pouring
But now I'm on the move, you know I'm coolin  shorty bad from the face to the booty

Up in Orlando, kickin' it like a movie But back to business, that's old news
You gotta watch when you got the juice
In the booth, I'm a vet, I'm a soldier Knockin' out beats, I ain't talkin' Balboa
Gotta play your cards right like it's poker Don't pass me no bottle, ho, I smoke that Doja

It's all in the air , smell the odor Wood got me chokin', I'm up in the solar
Tryna chase the bag till I fall over This shit pipin ' hot, get the steamin, like Folgers
In the deep end, one leg on each  shoulders She callin' me Daddy, I ain't push no stroller

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