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cool, but
We gotta touch the people, fam
(fam) don't mean to alert you, nah (nah)
But I need them gold and silver
Circles on my empty walls (yeah)
I'm

3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things

spread like phantom
Hey handsome
Na wetin dem go call you if you have some

I'm taking money my nigga the real makeup
So don't give up
From little

unmoved by inquiries, "who sent you?"
Stay oblivious and know that retribution's on the menu
Been through recorded depositions by the district attorney
I

testin', in fact
We old school, yeah, the mafia's back
To break the rules, get the rap game back on track
Heard your old shit cool and your new shit's wack

to the ceiling was a
Real good feeling ya know?!
Four coasts in this mother fucker
Don't forget about this shit
They say who that? I say we that!
Slim G, Dub-O,

the top down
Only thing tryna knock me off is a opp now
I need a 100k by yesterday
Need a quarter mill by last night
I can't take another L- Ima give em

wrong with hoes they all think they the shit
Niggas too they transform around a bitch
They cool but I ain't involved if they ain't real
What I produce I

Usually, so it's cool with me, I can save great
(But hygiene) That ain't no reason to buy things
Like soap or visine or getting clothes dry cleaned
I

to the north for it
Man the love comin' thick out here/
Fnally we found a land that we can stamp, for real
And homie, quitting ain't a thing that we believe in

Next thing you know they flipping tricks
Yeah coming with my bank

Chris a Mac yeah a Big Old G
So Lil bitty bitch don't play 
Blowing gas cursing down

a ladder
You're here for laughter
Represent what matters uh
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
By a show of hands who wants to be friends with me
I'll take you, you, you, you're

in
The act of production, baffled by this
Ima mothufuckin hiphop capitalist
Back with a fist, back, man I rap for the kids
Tick-tock, time's trippin,

Verse 1

YN Jay

I ain't in the matrix/
But when you swing it be slow I start grabbing punches/
Stop by the store just to grab some Cheetos/
Yea I

when they productive
I came to fuck this shit up
Bitch no sexual seduction
I do my thing
These hoes is ba da bop bop ba they loving it
We bout to stack

Aye cut my headphones up a little bit
Finna try to one take this shit
Ungh 
School never was my thing
I had three disorders
Could never spell
But

to piss da task off
Why ya niggas hating on me nigga that's yo dad fault (Tss)
Body full of new jewelry nigga that's the cash fault (Yup)
Had to get it off

Aw man
You see
The funny thing about unbelief
Is that the only victim thats apart of that situation
Is the one that chooses to close its mind
You

many things bout the opps I aint talkin His bitch on my bed screaming shhh

How da fuck would I miss it? Point blank on your face I be squeezing Go dump

that I've putting out in a long time
The Gospel in my lyrics never gon be off site
The Lord's army,  general Rap G not Muhammadu Buhari , Mugabe or Handy

only for a short time
Cool, is all up in your mind, uh
Who's the coolest? What's the hottest thing now? (that's me!)
Kind of foolish when you stop

back home
Driving da Stang like ah Rari
Texting my other thing
I'm outside yo apartments
I left the condoms
In da glove compartment
Light up some candles

(You're a wizard Harry)

Survived them record deals, I'm still here, my nigga
By special delivery, like G-Dep and Diddy
I never left my city,

off my rap,
don't need to take fools off the map.
But i will if i have to.
Don't think that I went soft.
All things be the same.
I'll put a hole inside