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[Verse 1: Kidd
How licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit with
Take work to ball man, someone set the pick
I around shootin' like swish, quote this
If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' somethin'
comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin'
Long as I remain I'm gon' stay thuggin'
Rap don't pay the bills then I'm stay hustlin'
6 million ways to die, one
A lot of afraid to die, you won
You got all guns inside, shoot one
As the last nigga fall for they life, who

[Verse 2: Banks]
Yo your interview
That lil you got is political
I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too
You photobombin', awful timin', don't nobody
Hard to keep up with kings, I a body
How guided from a shattered stage
to make me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bitch that Paris made
My ain't the average grade
Tool in my movie got you from my acid phase
Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas to pay
Shotty rip leg away
Sumo I flat the track
I'm comin' back to stack
Vroomin' somethin' black on
to let my Mac attack
Vroomin' out my
Zoomin' in my
in my accomplishments
Comments of nonsense
But them fools want the consequence
Bruisin' once my crimes
Bermuda trips in my
Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your
losin' is obvious
[Verse 4: Yayo]
Fuck radio host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck favorite rapper and his big body guard
Fuck the industry man the streets gon' me
As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I a G
Pull up and these haters gettin'
loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant
I guess that's why these niggas hatin'
Got the persona of lords
slippers, Versace robe
Hit Rio in
My life
I got a lot of
I'm on Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks + Tony
I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is
That was my only destination out in the field
The drama cookin' and my partner raw deal
The people tryna make it out on four wheels
I ain't got no bail, shit is real
Now it's on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna a nigga for a cell
Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really