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Yea Yea Extra It's a lot of effort Bruh you got a F, stressin' please read the rating Ion think this shit for everyone Watch him take the steps, they can't watch me take a breath Let 'em watch me puff my chest up Watching what it gets ya Hot trays was salty, old salami with the ketchup Watch the train for three hours, the window like a channel Patty flew back to the B's, Crown say they want detention God forgive 'em, they know not what they do Feet on the soil My soul soil proof, sole reason It's more seasons in my groove, full jack move Black beret, Jeep, no proof Full Jack dude I could hear 'em singing in the back, it's a madhouse And shorty right there in the blouse, she a vacuum Act two, better out the gate I made 'em wait to see the villains get wasted, I set a date Fess up You don't got no aces in the deck huh? Blessings, kinda gotta catch 'em I getcha Lock up Out on proby, I can't start a problem Get you, stalled up Get you messed up Some of this life shit, it's been extra If you get me, then I getcha When you had popups When you had checkups Extra Yeah, Yuh Extra Heh And all that shit pressure Bench press the stress till it die man Enter bitch, dive in You don't need to look back The way I been climbing, it ain't shit to look at I just gotta win before somebody make the book clap Treasure these heavenly times before I look left 'Cause when I look left don't nothing ever look right With all this to address ion think I'll have a good night Said it like a wise man, hit like a slap in the face from a dry hand I hope you learn the first time Nobody finna shake your hand being the good guy They shake it either way if they know for sure that you tried Hate ya either way if they know for sure that you lied And I'm pacing everything so I can get me and my crew high That ain't off a drug, I mean 50 thou up Breakfast and lunch Carry on drums Windows seats starin' out, very high up Nigga very high, 13 hour bleary eyes Got good news, they say my greatest adversary died Hit a dance teary eyed, they told me only babies cried I wonder what they pay to lie Y'all need money, huh? Y'all niggas clowns now Y'all move funny, huh? Followed the routine Woke up, remembered that was just a good dream F*ck nigga still moving But that's not a problem, real niggas do true things Fake niggas just learned the truth is not a new thing I already knew that they would label me a nuisance Imma run 'em out the room, even a shoo-in out the booth Flew 'em out the coop, nigga I'm out recouping I need all that extra I need all that extra Extra Extra