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[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, one love, one love
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in

Hands covered in callouses and a
Ringing in his ears switching up styles
Getting wild for a louder pop
Funk, blues, power rock
One-two-count ‘em off

the flight deck (Yeah) 
Take off
Like Nike I need my check
Might get my balls wrecked by Miley Cyrus (Ha!)
I digress, flex like bicep
Direct punchlines hit ya

they don't know that you're gonna be my wife one day
You know, you're gonna have kids and all these big dreams and shit
But dad loves you. I love you
Who

call me popcaan
You can't silence me we are not dargs
A man try diss me and mi a pop arf
Everything ain't nice when I'm hot darg
But 2 cups imma cool it

two bands on my mattress
My sheets smell like Chanel perfume and roses
They know that I aint famous yet but around here I'm the closest
I'm inspired by

in my eyes but what I see could be fabricated
Already dead, on my day to day
I'm a tortured soul, no brand or label
Defeated
But driven by hope

never to old to be afraid
Nine-millis & battle plans both had been drawn
And the traps were all set by Kevin, for John
As two Christmas legends prepared

abide by the law or what the labor says?
I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made
'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never

and yo’ posey
Money off two hitters
He gone catch a body
I’m Smokin’ exotic
I’m high out my body
I’m high like a pilot
Touchdown with the pack
I just scored

for generations to come
 
They gone bite down just to fit proper,, I'd rather be standing alone 
Been shit on and stole from by artist’s way bigger than

it's holdin
When we two-step, done like a big-ass hoe
Money on me, can't hold up my show
But I'm on that shit, so you know where your soul at

Nigga, I

wanna ask you straight out, thought that’d be too forward
It had been two weeks by then, what, did you hope I forgot it?
While you had hands on my Parker,

crush that powder
When my inner struggle ignites
Two tabs to the tongue
Four rails to the face
Your pity don't mean a thing
I'm just living my only dream

catch a PD, we don't play 'round (grrt)
See these niggas, kids on the playground (kids)
I'ma beat they ass with some K rounds (baow)
Huh? What you say

us from they muthafukin state cruisers (wooh)
Plotting trying to figure out what stage 2 is
School of hard knocks I'm a paid student (uhh)
Now I

family still remaining paid
Because of the steps
I took to make it this way
No Phillip
My city mourning a prince when I pass away
Now check it
Haters told

status, got you shook
A lot of crooks will respect my rep
Step, kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you asleep inside

still remainin' paid
Cause of the steps I took to make it this way
No Philip, my city mournin' a prince
When I pass away, now check it
Haters told me I

to the shit
The obelisk shine in the whip no stars in the shit
Knife tucked cause you know I was a violent damn kid
Broken home but it was my creation, I miss

Like the evil of men
I'm deceiving you
Leaving you dead
When I flow with medieval intent
Feel no need to intervene
Or step in my arena
Fuck around

cut the beat
You could let people two step
You could kick them motherfuckers out
I- I don't know
But that's a fucking wrap
I don't know what else you

you thinkin' you lit
Now we smokin' on nonsense (What?)
I can't go back and forth with a
Kid, if I call up the Cig
Then you know he gon' flock it

I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
 that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till