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I'ma get you You can't hide from me You cant slide from me When I see you It's a robbery Steal the vibe from you Nigga get it these Commodities Play with Ps of broccoli No hesitate if he fake Always two ways to play And that's just the fucking truth Yes I'm down to slime the boy Better off than you So I ain't got the time my boy I know if roles reversed You wouldn't even Spot the boy Talking all that ra ra But you already shot my boy I'm accelerating bitch I'm not racing In my own lane Can't even match my pace man Hit the curve Got the whip sideways Round my city slamming Ps Got my trap growing wings To match da plane Ops I meant J3T pain If you know You know How life A drag a man through the rain Speeding off at mach speed Mad at no one but Me! Knowing what it mean to me But never where I need to be Believing that was Death To Me! Shit was worse than watching A soul leave At least a blown mind Has release The pain in the Heart Will never leave Thoughts from my mind Break me down Ankle Weights Might see me drown Called it training But move Pride I'm in straight pain now Trying to grow Barely maintaining Bare minimum Shine like blessed citizens Who wouldn't want more Cant be a sore shooter Warming cold blood Vengeance in his eyes Movements energized This the time past time to slide Ball in motion It's all or no Here red mean go Problems on the floor The only way we go Departing with a misunderstanding Aint in the mind Or grammar That on my grammy Hit with a gram or more Thats If he try to jam me Only thing on the menu Gunpowder and cannons Make it the trip of ya life Something I know you can't handle Don't even mention this shit I'ma get you You can't hide from me You cant slide from me When I see you Its a robbery Steal the vibe from you Nigga get it these Commodities Play with Ps of broccoli No hesitate if he fake Always two ways to play And that's just the fucking truth Yes I'm down to slime the boy Better off than you So I ain't got the time my boy I know if roles reversed You wouldn't even Spot the boy Talking all that ra ra But you already shot my boy