I got six and still ain't pickin' up a stranger's man The fear ain't real but I be if the danger ain't walk up on Chuck, disrespecting his home town He on that Detroit switchin', hear it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, if I done had a choice I woulda' still picked the crib I grew up in And DK NY designed king sheets on my bed You still on Ian Connor's tryna' pick what to wear, yeah These peasants as me? Tell me how They distressin' t's on they couch Rock band tees and bands don't know nothin' 'bout You heard of Iron Maiden Bro that don't even count Get that goofy out my face before I hit on that text message I'm workin', flexin', makin' music, protecting Like "what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and you and all these bills" And we the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off with it shootin' drills
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Bolt, nine second 100 sprint 12's boomin' on Suzuki with them tints I'm still bangin' Screw movin' than a tick Off the drank, purple rain, and screaming rest in peace to Back in 1999, the was the time You get to like a bird, it sound like when them doves cry Why you run off a lie when you lookin' at the truth? When you see it in the scope, close an eye before you Ric Flair off the ropes, Stone Cold, Kevin With the million dollar man, I fuck with Hulk Hogan guacamole, only know me for the sauce Ay, I heard you your shorty take my poster off her wall
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