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WOoh J R Young wall Yeah west side up Map town down The bag is in The bag is in I'm ready to move Designer shirt Designer jeans It come with the shoes I go to sleep Monday and Tuesday I'm on a cruise Don't look for me Won't be able To find me You on a goose The trap going bananas Born and raised in Cleveland Ohio Running my city like Kansas Blasting off Strap with the rocket Come with the Steve Francis I knock a bad yellow bone down She want to be Romantic Keep dat little scrap Get your head buss And if your nose bleed Keep your head up Thru them bad times Yea it's mind boggling I take da beef easy At your neck violin Big drums in the back Base hitting like the 80s Shorty mash potatoe thick When you add a little gravy I know I can handle it Team full of savages Big stepping not a act But it's causing all yeah I be in the studio And I'm jus making hits I might Uber on your bitch If she ain't taking lyft All this ice on my wrist Came from a risk I ain't never changed I just changed up the drip Mother fucker I'm a tell a bitch What she want to hear May not be the truth But I'm the truth Lies a disappear I got Prada shoes on Cartier my frame Nigga I be doing numbers Then I go and get it Changed nigga I might get a clothes line Just so you can hang nigga Fucking on a white girl She just want to bang niggas Rockstar lifestyle This my entertainment Been to many places But never been complacent They then put me next up to bat Just to make hits Take a niggas shoes Thats the only way I take kicks I don't fight fair Nigga Yeah I let that Kay spit Reload and dump I then gave that boy a face lift I'm dangerous nigga