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Sounds silly, don't get clapped\nMake my man Mitch hit you, Don go get the jets\nNext time you might get killed for more racks\nSee me out in London with lambs and all flats\n\nI step with the steppers\nFoot on they neck, applying pressure\nEating good, piling on extra\nCold as Minnesota weather\nI send them home on a stretcher\nFacts, I go crazy over lesser\nBorn in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath\nCashing checks, that's the flex\nWatch what happened next\nAction on the set\nPut carats on my neck\nI'm in Paris on the jet\nI was rapping on the steps\nThat's Cynthia's son\nI be tripping how these n*ggas is stunned\nHow I'm having such a pivotal run\nUsed to do it for fun\nNow give me my ones\nYou a flashlight standing near the physical sun\nFully loaded with all the features\nFor all the non-believers\nThey on the sidelines, watching from the bleachers\nDeck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter\nI'm giving n*ggas shakes and chills with this fever\n\nBless Lord, carrier, S car, interior\nDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya\nKick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya\nThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your area","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] Yeah, ha ha!\n[00:06.20] Cocksucker!\n[00:08.74] Ha ha!\n[00:11.24] Bless Lord, carrier, S car, interior\n[00:14.06] Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya\n[00:16.69] Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya\n[00:19.38] Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area\n[00:22.30] Ex-con, not the type of n*gga that you flex on\n[00:25.19] Mr. Carlton Fisk baby seen it all and done it all\n[00:27.96] Shell casings, left many murals on the wall\n[00:30.84] A million candles for you man, I bet I light em all\n[00:34.39] Biscotti, guava cake, when I light the raw\n[00:36.19] Moving through the streets of New York while lightning pour\n[00:39.13] Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours\n[00:41.70] Got me in your building with the shotty up down the hall\n[00:44.66] Maneuver money, my shooters remove who movin' funny\n[00:47.59] Cash is king, think differently n*gga use your dummy\n[00:49.97] Fiends in your spot, licking plates, that's pitiful\n[00:52.89] Twelve at the door now, situation critical\n[00:55.64] Tear gas stung grenade rolled through the floor\n[00:57.90] Hit the fire escape, bruh man fifth floor\n[01:01.01] First cop swept through the doors\n[01:02.69] His gun went off and hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off\n[01:06.41] Whatever he's saying is facts\n[01:08.12] I pull in 2M machine, wool up all the exteriors, waxed\n[01:12.00] Gallow in the rearview is movies on relaxed\n[01:14.93] Choose for a confrontation, you gon get snatched\n[01:18.35] Vesses in S, classes getting fat\n[01:20.30] All my main shooters got money, they all jacked\n[01:23.22] Flows is hungry I just ask\n[01:25.12] I sit amongst bosses, you n*ggas is horses go get strapped\n[01:28.95] Leathers, fur coats on, and hats\n[01:31.42] Came through like Frank Matthews bring all stacks\n[01:33.76] Yeah it's Park Hilly on wax\n[01:36.90] All that shit you really on they really don't match\n[01:39.79] Ha ha! 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