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Uh I ain't wanna snap on it Knew I had to rap on it 'For somebody trap on it Gotta put the mac on em BLOW Clap once I clap back on em Hit em like buttcheeks You know that I smack on em Niggas think it's soft till they memory come back on em Nah I ain't a killa but these fists put some cracks on em He got a gat on his lap Homie put that shit down When we fight we go back Homie no jumpin in We don't want non of that Homie Greasers and Socs Yeah we takin it back Pony Boy I'll put yo ass on a map Whatcha momma said boy i'll take that shit back I'm throwin elbows, Jon Jones, think it's time to introduce ya brain to ya nosebone Spectators, no ring, boy I still go home I beat my meat cuz I ain't gettin no dome Fall asleep wake up, and I don't even check my phone. Start writin' instrumentals or incidentals Grab the pen cuz my mind in a kennel Really started goin down the drain when i got Caught in a rental Got arrested for some weed and it fucked with my mental I took the charge for my homie and he ended up colder than winter On some January shit Icier than december Like if Dropp don't f*ck witchu then Swami gon' end ya Same with Guey, Maz, King, Squad over whoever Memories right now, they too hard to handle So I smoke a bunch of weed and try not to remember Photography is a hobby gotta get a new camera Get a DLSR clear my account like a sample Might start recordin flicks just to see if i'm ample I can follow road maps or I can lead by example I don't need to make a wish or blow on a dandi- Lion! UH-UH I'll never stop tryin Even if my goal ain't clear I ain't lyin Walk into a situation high chance of dyin Come out the other side my bank account high end Seen a bunch of scary dudes comin round spyin Left em all in the dust you know my car flyin If it weren't for cops I'd fuckin love drivin