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high heat, i got a full brick
glock 26 with a full clip
clear pot with whole ‘lotta dope in it
you can smell the raw soon as you open it
matter fact you can smell it through the bag
sell it for the right price it go faster than a jag
it go faster than a rari and that’s no cap
how you a shooter and you ain’t even got no strap
and you ain’t got no bands
and you lost in the sauce and you ain’t got no plan
never switch up on your n-gg-s man that’s bad for you health
steady dodging all the jakes ‘cause it’s bad for my wealth, uh
certified trapstar
lying in your raps n-gg- you a d-mn fraud
we bag it up and ship it faster than a nascar
if you my brudda you my brudda, we gon’ d-mn ball
we gon’ ball like the raptors
half my n-gg-s k!llers other half be trappers
i cut a couple off ‘cause n-gg-s be some actors
it’s a touchdown like we with the packers
get it off the rip
i’m on over time ‘cause my brother got dipped
and it don’t sit right how pk got flipped
rip to my brothers man i love them to the death
n-gg- to the death of me
consistency and hard work that’s the recipe
if the love fake i don’t want them next to me
they getting red eyed ‘cause god keep blessing me
i do wrong but i do right
i want to blow off of rap they want me do life
some n-gg-s move left but some n-gg-s move right
i seen grown men change for a few stripes

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