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M1 On The Beat Bro just beat a next AM He ain't tell me, that's normal Step with the metal, that's daily It won't fail me, that's bro-bro On the opp block, we took selfies Our presence, it was known of Now they don't even know it's us When we get on that scoreboard Back hand grip with my black blade Ching man's head, leave that more than swollen I'm in station like 5AM Been like 5 AM's, and not once mans' spoken How many times have the gangdem denied them splashings like 5 in the morning? It's the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am And I'm still yawning Really do dem things that we talk of The gang ain't fall off Still peel a 4-4-4 long Nothin' but the baddest of B's Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log I step with the ah, nearly as long as me I don't even care if it's sawn-off Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos Feds want me in the system, no solar Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like, "Oh Lord" Again I got a boner She wanna know what day I come home on I know what it feels like, to go back and forth With my lawyer 'cause he tell me what day I got court on I don't know that opp or what road he got caught on Or the date or timing Course I'm lying, I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet But course we're trying I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro But course it's mileage Interview room wanna now what I done yet each and every time Course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet But course it's Trident Bros beefing I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet Course I'm riding Long as my OS lively, beef ain't dying, course it's frying (Ayy, ayy) Opp block settings, dressed all sporty Shoot straight, I don't air it in my Air Jordans Opp boys going on the net, going talky I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers Living life on the fast lane from kway-kway we been cutting them corners Tell bro we'll get some new smoking dingers When we bruck down this corner T-house settings, skeng in my workers' face so they trying be koalased Primary school days it was astroturfs Now we can do kick ups in Pradas Really take these risks Been doing up field, no farmer These old timers ain't on nothin' They fell off, Jamie O'Hara Got this bad B from Ghana Top floors, calamari for starter I gotta stay humble There are times that I paid a few pens for a charger Have you ever done 28 days in the T, still feel like you've gotta go harder? Scrape that shit so hard Swear I nearly broke that Pyrex And yes it was 4 whole months on basic I swear it nearly broke my mindset Been jail 3 times I don't know how I'm out here, course I'm tired I don't want to risk my freedom, ah, it's mad Course I'm lying, I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet But course we're trying I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro But course it's mileage Interview room wanna know what I done yet each and every time Course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet But course it's trident Bro's beefing I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet Course I'm riding Long as my OS lively, beef ain't dying, course it's frying M1 On The Beat M1 On The Beat
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