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(Yeah) If I can just sound so hard You know I wanted to sound like a hard nigga, like I wanted to sound buff You know, I want to sound hella buff You know they can’t body a beat like me, yoh As a young jitt I had to teach them niggas how to get it You gotta double, don’t you split it My ops are plotting on division They mad at this life that I’m living These streets are always unforgiving I’m taking the cup like McQueen with the piston They think they got me, they must got me twisted I stay in the stu like a man on a mission I sent it to pops ‘cause he stay with the vision Why now, why stop Lalorasi way too hot I caught them niggas off guard I don’t really need a guard Pull out the .45 on god Smoke a nigga like he's braai fleis (Raah) He talking shit but never to my face Came with the hits like a young nigga Tyson They ask for a verse, better ask for retirement Those are shots that’s I’m firing (Vrrp) All you niggas are tiresome (Yeah) I work with young pops That nigga inspiring We leave the stu, you might need might a fireman Most of you never excite me (No) You niggas sweet like icing (Sweet) Open my veins and it’s cold, it’s icy I’m out for blood, I swing like a Viking Niggas moving too mad Shawty clapping, no hands Michael Jackson, yeah she bad Lalorasi with bands No one really understands (Who) No one really understands How we sauce it up grand How we riding in a lamb How we always got a plan How it really all began (Hey) Niggas they hate it, don’t care if they like me It’s all about money, the fam, and the psyche She poppin that pussy when she see the timepiece Stars on my neck, you know that it’s shiny Shiny (Hey) There’s nothing you niggas can buy me (No) I won’t sell my soul for a dime piece but she’ll sell it all for some time, please Attention, story mention (Yeah) All these IG thots getting reckless Used to wake up to no breakfast Now I got someone’s rent as a necklace (Goddamn) Hickory, dickery, bickery, dock These niggas stay rats While I ice out my clock Hickory, dickery, dock That girl is a snake, she’ll climb up my cock for a clock Jeez Louis, Vuitton Only want Dom Perignon (Yeah) Houdini, yes thot be gone Huncho The Siz in the zone Nigga your hun on the phone (Hello?) Niggas stay whining and moan Niggas just barking and groan ‘Cause they’re chick ain’t throwing bones Niggas is turning two-tone ‘Cause they know this is my throne (Yeah) Sir ‘lorasi just checking in (Who) Jolly good show, jolly good show indeed Let’s go