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piccolo (Flute)
Crash coming for the Crystals (Crash)
Diamonds fighting, no pistols (Tekken)
Andy Griffin with the whistle (Andy)
Now you bitch sending

Nigga, you just seen how
Fat guys don't get burnt, guys
Uh, yeah
Why you send a motherfuckin' mob, nigga

I feel like you playin' by my paper
I might

panning out
Well how that sound
Maybe you plan to fail
Or fail to plan it out
Bottom line
I'm a king dream scheming
For the next play
Fucking with the mob

they feign and they play
I display their decay as we scathe all the prey for always 
They create and obey the wordplay

That rhyme scheme finally over

Your girlie like to play me 
She always keep me waitin'
Next up on the playlist 
She's tryna make me famous
Young Jano are sure 
Shit you're 22
Sick

from my section we got mob ties
Play with my check then it a wrap just like a wonton
I told that bitch to break her back she bend it over touch her toes

(I told these niggas don't come to The A you get shot in your face)
(Don't leave a witness ain't Catching no case dress in all Black we ain't leaving

the mob I ride with the G's
And I'm pimping like Scottie but ball like two three
You play with the boys put you on a tee
And you stupid and dumb to be

still the same ol' G
I stay low-key with more sauce than aioli
I play goalie when blessings start to rain on me
And catch a lot the chips

reset to my old ways

I climb the mountain then I fall
I don't like talking to the wall
I yell at my demons to tell them I'm yours, Lord
24 hours, I don't

more
Til your put in the ground
What are we discussing
I'm speaking all or nothing
Stop the fighting and fussing
Before you biting the dust and
I'm just

out by the tens
It cannot die down, we just gotta play to the end
I go to war with a semi, a switchy will turn it glitchy
Blood can envy, blood spilling

over the pier 
Kicking your ass your seeing the light 
Jump on the stage you taken by fright (Fright)
Demons awake they working at night 
Been up since

My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go

Keep a Glock by my side
Do you really want to talk
And I ride six deep when I'm riding with the mob
Get the fuck away from me trying to copy my style
So

dealing
On the corner I was by the trap now We on the map
I don't wanna talk about it your lil homie he a rat
If he ever speak on Wizzo then I'm smoking

my dollars up
Dog a bitch out, whip my dick out-
Tell her: "Swallow up"
All you boys be busy, tryna build your follows up
We live by two different

go straight to your brain
Through all 12 chakras
Huh it don't play
This soul this body that I had to tame
People don't know bout that
They all just

cojones
And she plays the flute but she prefers to blow me
Life is full of up and downs, see saw
It's a bitch but I can make her hee-haw
Make her cow girl,

better call it second
Mob ties somewhere by Italians, sipping Armaretto
One piece on, either she fucking or she wanna wrestle
Baby mad, thinking that she

Just by that alone don't wanna hear a nigga 
White car black tint, they always want the nigga 
Smoking in the car they trying to smoke the Nigga 
You

Bringing the end, Full-filled
Yea yea yeaaayEaaA
Ayy, yuh
I be with the mob
Getting fucked up
I'm posted with them dogs
Might get ripped up
Nobody want your

As she tell me
What she want
I get tempted to touch
I'm all up in them guts
Now I'm back on the move
I gotta hit the clutch
I got a lady by the sea
She

think I just shed a tear
Aye
I'm what happen if you from the country rappin
This did not happen by accident
You had your chance you passin it
I swear