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like dolomite so nigga don't step to me you a shoulder's height\nNot a soldiers height, I'm cold as ice, frozen bitten, North Face mittens, on a mission\nLeft in the kitchen, I'm on? the chef in the kitchen","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.75] Cold water fresh from every aspect\n[00:32.12] It's like I have eight ligaments the way that I grab checks\n[00:35.31] I'm passed go, puff it, then pass next on ratchets\n[00:38.72] I'm 007 make a nigga grab his gadget\n[00:42.39] Barbarian with the harpoon, don't walk in that dark room\n[00:45.57] Leave your organs on a barstool, then bag 'em up, carpool\n[00:49.15] Hodgy, he so devilish\n[00:50.94] Elevator, next level shit\n[00:52.61] I'm going up but it's going down but I never settle bitch\n[00:57.05] All these fucking drugs and no motivation\n[01:00.20] All these fucking girls and no home to take them\n[01:03.98] All these fucking plugs ain't no where to gauge them\n[01:07.06] Call the sluts to roll the blunts I'm guaranteed to face them\n[01:10.58] My power's like a horse's, you know where I race them\n[01:14.04] On the track where I practice careers for the taken\n[01:17.38] I'm swollen aching, smoking eighths and go defacing haters\n[01:20.52] You slow deflate that shit, mistake, I'm on the road to mayhem\n[01:23.65] Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)\n[01:27.16] Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)\n[01:30.61] Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)\n[01:33.95] Here we fucking go\n[01:35.65] , Let these niggas know (know)\n[01:51.23] Smoking flights, roll the dice, I'm sober like I should have flown a kite\n[01:54.88] I got the? 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like dolomite so nigga don't step to me you a shoulder's height\n  Not a soldiers height, I'm cold as ice, frozen bitten, North Face mittens, on a mission\n  Left in the kitchen, I'm on? the chef in the kitchen\n"}]