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

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

Loud and rats aren't near me
niggaz get blood in they ear piece
I'm from New nowhere near peace
Pure Beast, Fear Free, Grief

up bitch I'm in gear three
Zoom gone, see ya peace one finger, yeah
Fuck 'em and whoever 'em
I will hurt whoever love 'em I hate 'em

for a lady, high and sedated
Got her to the pad, I know how a nigga made it
She gave me relations, so now we
The comes, the picture faded

Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a
Little Dog, Bigger Bite, Five, Little Mike
Can I get a mic or a mic and a
source homie, shout out to the editing staff

I'm all grown, so much better with
I need a spread in the Forbes takin' a Benjamin bath
I'm servin' this like, Stephen Graf, yeah
Roger Federer, there's no

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

is especially for you
Disrespect a nigga game what referee is you
Swallow you slow, make a ride wit the pistols
'Cuz the niggaz ride wit the pistols
Even if I die old, die with the pistols

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

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