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[Hook - ZZ I even try to hurt no one See it ain't my finger on trigger Visualize but I got none Now I my bail but it just got bigger Sirens screaming try to run But it just got worse, now I just can't It's a target on my back The cops on me, yes I'll be free
[Rocky there's substance in my reefer raps They heard across the map I'm running shit, a lap Sleeping on me, a nap But know them about me bad Knowing I'm awake getting money that you had I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad Do what makes you even if it makes them niggas mad And they talk about you, at least you staying on their mind Tell them to get off dick and to get up on that grind Trying to keep up with me, they just gonna get behind Homie I'm the fast forward, you want to press rewind I keep them on the chase, that I'm in first place I keep up with my pace, you should keep sneakers laced We breaking ankles, over, sneakers you can find That up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time And don't try to fuck my plans Catch a bomb like you trying to a run through Iran, damn
[Blu & Damn, niggas shot pos be locking up the team and shit is hot For your home block it's no weed and no more rock My hurting, heard you eating, what you got Driving in circles, make a with my watch I'll speed and fuck at the I'll your cousin watch, I'll steal it And my Glock's out Hawks caught us by the where we were surfing And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers