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ay yo,
I flashback to the night in the hatchback
when my fams passed that, and told me not to pass back
cali bud, wrapped in a phili blunt,
son, I was so fucked up, you guys remember the fun...
Now on the run, cuz what we begun can't be undone
try seein the shine of the sun, lookin up from under the gun
eclipsed, its all about the chips, bullshit
that pushed my lips to flip scripts while I got a grip
and still dont got a grip, keep talkin shit, 6 in a clip
will be 6 in ya lips, don't wait to take the hit
hesitate, you get what you get, I never miss
spit and emit shells that got a powerful kiss
(kiss)fuck the fist, I aint no bitch, its just
why swang when that thang can throw back the wrist
then your hit, either one'll leave your bitch ass gimped,
wishin you aint ever cross paths with the kid
who aint here to help, but I may alter your health
whats under the belt, when I rush for wealth
I'll let him speak for himself
the cards are delt, face down,
same way you'll be found
nose dug its own hole in the ground
no fuckin around, we'll leave you done up quick
like manhunt only difference is no analog stick
your back is ripped, gasoline fills up your ribs,
the match is lit, then imagine me chilled at the crib,
thats the biz...
