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91460\n- text: Everywhere I go, we 47 deep\n start_ms: 91460\n end_ms: 93750\n- text: We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)\n start_ms: 93750\n end_ms: 95140\n- text: Every last one of my niggas gon' eat\n start_ms: 95140\n end_ms: 97200\n- text: I'ma need more than a 20 at least\n start_ms: 97200\n end_ms: 99260\n- text: Grew from the slum, now we reppin' the Beast (Woo)\n start_ms: 99260\n end_ms: 101210\n- text: She got the cake, so I'm takin' a piece\n start_ms: 101210\n end_ms: 104370\n- text: Make no mistake, I get play when I preach\n start_ms: 104370\n end_ms: 105630\n- text: Walk like a G, I put teams in the gang\n start_ms: 105630\n end_ms: 107580\n- text: Blessing the karma that build up my name\n start_ms: 107580\n end_ms: 110010\n- text: Dead on arrival, enduring the painless\n start_ms: 110010\n end_ms: 111440\n- text: All white huaraches in Europe, they train us\n start_ms: 111440\n end_ms: 113520\n- text: Too many rappers and not enough painters\n start_ms: 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in these streets\n Triple six, nigga, the mark of the beast\n I unlocked my potential, I'm feeling unleashed, sheesh ('Leashed)\n I put that bitch on a leash, leash (Leash)\n Hit them all 'til they deceased, 'ceased (Deceased)\n Lord have mercy on all my enemies (Enemies)\n Know I may get it all by any means (By any means)\n No, I won't fold, I ain't copping no pleas (Pleas)\n Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees)\n Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat)\n I do not know who they want me to be\n\n Unlocked my chains and I'm feeling so free\n I tried to tell 'em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah)\n Tell me what they really know about me\n I don't think they really know anything\n Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast\n Everywhere I go, we 47 deep\n We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)\n Every last one of my niggas gon' eat\n\n She tryna fuck, make her lock her knees\n Can't hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese\n Wrapping the work, I'ma cop a ki'\n Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police\n Nigga been stuck in his ways\n Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays\n Causing a wreck, hope I don't catch a case\n Watch how you step or my niggas will spray\n G-Mackin', keep the heater packing (Uh-huh)\n See static, keep the reach slumming (Uh-huh)\n Squeeze 'matic, see your team napping (Uh-huh)\n Wreak havoc, none my niggas capping\n That's a fact\n Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoes\n Rollin' a zip, I'ma blow me a zone\n Twistin' ya lips, now you got to go\n Don't fuck with nigga, just leave me alone\n\n Unlocked my chains and I'm feeling so free\n I tried to tell 'em, I been a OG (Yeah, yeah)\n Tell me what they really know about me\n I don't think they really know anything\n Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast\n Everywhere I go, we 47 deep\n We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)\n Every last one of my niggas gon' eat\n\n I'ma need more than a 20 at least\n Grew from the slum, now we reppin' the Beast (Woo)\n She got the cake, so I'm takin' a piece\n Make no mistake, I get play when I preach\n Walk like a G, I put teams in the gang\n Blessing the karma that build up my name\n Dead on arrival, enduring the painless\n All white huaraches in Europe, they train us\n Too many rappers and not enough painters\n Frida or Dali, my palette like Monet\n No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn too\n Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove\n Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move\n Goldie, it's evident, ice out the tooth\n In the meantime, I got nothin' to prove\n Ride in the hoopty with nothin' to lose (Errt, errt)\n\n Lose (Errt, errt)\n Lose (Errt, errt)\n Lose (Errt, errt)\n"}]