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Cover my tracks like butter so where the be
I say as dead meat who that the president, yeah, me
No one scare me and you ain't gotta dare me, hear me

Cover my like butter so where the bread be
I say beef as dead meat who the president, yeah, me
No one scare me and you gotta double dare me, hear me

Loud and clearly aren't near me
Wiretap niggaz get blood in ear piece
I'm from New Orleans nowhere near
Pure Beast, Free, Dear Grief

Catch up I'm in gear three
gone, see ya peace drop one finger, yeah
Fuck 'em and whoever 'em
I will whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em

Lookin' for a lady, high and
Got her to the pad, I don't know how a nigga it
She gave me relations, so now we
The comes, the picture faded

on my turn to burn, can I get a light?
Little Dog, Bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a
That's source homie, shout out to the editing

I'm all grown, so better with math
I need a spread in the Forbes takin' a Benjamin yeah
I'm this track like, Stephen Graf, yeah
Roger Federer, no competitors

know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference
Young God, baby, all them other reverends
Sittin' in my big house by my weaponries
I keep away like I got leprosy
Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper
Got an extra clip but that's for my especiallies, yeah

This is for you
a nigga game what kinda referee is you
Swallow you slow, make a nigga wit the pistols
'Cuz the fakest niggaz wit the pistols
Even if I die old, I'ma die with the

And if you stand my body I'll probably kill ya
Yeah, now I it, Weezy the realest
I wear a lot of Bathing Ape I be wit gorillas
Yeah, he what they talkin bout of the conversation
of determination
Yeah, stop playin you are not up in my
I get money like a

The car red so the car
Stop hatin, ballers I'ma sports agent
Wait a minute lemme it
It's Weezy not the motherfuckin' baby