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Call the house again Tell them that them ounces in Yellow brick it, I split them o's up You ask them alpha men Council doubt I'm probably not gon' amount to shit It's common sense Look at all this trouble that my filthy mouth done got me in I'm stankin' rich Banking switched Pocket tees with handkerchiefs Used to see that glass half full Started to drink that shit Switching the litter with Brenda when I was a baby Still didn't think to pitch a philly nigga after Pac They clocking Jada Pinkett-Smith I'm cold Papa passed a pocket snatcher That mic gon' die with rings, apollo greed Then rocket back up 'Cause anti-virus ain't gon' stop them 80's popping back up So when they hard up on the rise my bubble got to crack up You went from calm demeanor Call police to accomplice and follow leader Nine beneath the bomber, tees Or poppin' heat, yeah I believe ya Honestly I doubt if they gon' drop after autumn Even if I fall off I just otter box out the bottom Until I'm looking like the last off How the fuck I lash all Silence is my last song How the fuck I pass y'all? 'Head of confederates at war Even them veterans getting their flags tossed Fasten them bulls and I'm pulling them straps off Right from the belt til it's looking like flag ball Half y'all reaching out that wanna hold me back These niggas can't hold me back All I want is my homie back These niggas can't loan me that No these niggas keep reneging Think these writtens is only rap But the old me back With an eight this mean it only take 16 to bring Kobe back