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That's when my heart turned cold I'm a product of the block We used to cook the product in the pot Add soda to turn the product into rock It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot, mayday mayday But no charge, I'm nutty with the bars that's a payday So bruh, this ain't even a bar, this is hey, hey Back up in the trunk with tha AK Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae Got bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head We had dro' and po', suckas Range Rovers flood up the rucka Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather Hold a mac with no pump and up one note the Grammy hour Cold chemists taste the flow It's numb meets copper rum, bluntin' off the get back Salute me then one, I'm out Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient They want to spray shit Get elephant blown for stalking race shit Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section Like I'm on Vicodin F*ck with the righteous men, and we fightinen' Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here Metals and gear, gettin' fried off of medical, that's incredible The fliest, the most notorious why it's happen those liars Off niggas heads like papayas Before I polly Red lightin' the Bob Marley So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money Women injections, leave em with odd bodies Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home trainin' I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon I told lighty, if I hate him, I'mma violate him I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters And if them shooters don't shoot up I'll go suit up, Redman and the W It's televised We ain't them niggas Media telling hella lies (f*ck you) This a campfire of a vampire I don't sleep, but Through the amplifier And every nigga got something to say I'm like, yeah okay, y'all corny anyway Doc People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby) My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard You see more riders lined up Then you see at a theme park My queen hot, makin' the scene pop Routine op, online gangstas I'm givin' them screenshots Hard written lyrics to God, right? What's the tale, sick as Hell Christian Bale from the Dark Knight On sight, foggin' your fog lights Your dog's like Swayze at the Road house Down for the bar fight Like this like a IG pic, before The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets lit Shining star, find another you gon' find it hard Certain death that could walk off with minor scars Firing squad, defying the odds And the flow solitary just me behind the bars Sparks up the bulletproof Game face intensity Inclined ingenuity Tech criminology Sharp mathematically Certified recognized by every eye worldwide Back to the streets of the do or die hustler I understand politics consistent, never quit Super star write hits Come have a listen y'all Get money flippin' it, scriptin' it record it Fans then applaud it, ship a hundred mill They bought and took a snort of it Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope Have a overdose, cardiac Allah spin the beat back Watch the magnetic attract em, club pack em They stiff cause the wisdom is swift when I'm attackin' People say Love is just a energy Dealing with the claim baby (Oh baby)
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