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(verse 1) Dillin Hoox: I been dedicated I don't hesitate to celebrate it Ima do me and Ima just let em hate it Let em hate, let em hate Ima demonstrate How to stay calm in a war zone / I meditate I'm lit with the flows Yeah, I'm sicker than most I'm giving them dope They listen to me while they sniffing their coke You tripping, I'm different I give and I go I don't live in a prison or live with my folks I'm sick of the system and sick of these hoes Been pimpin' since pimpin' like didn't you know? Been pimpin' since pimpin' like didn't you know? Who's this vicious / I'm giving em bars You, living on Mars if you new to this This, lunatic ain’t superstitious I'm, keeping it locked like prisoners are You, stupid bitches live in a box It's, ludicrous you think your image is hard You, mimicking stars I'm not religious But I'm still having visions of god You should thank Jesus that you didn't cross me You acting like parasite that's living off me I'm protecting my net but this isn’t hockey This math don’t add up no Fibonacci (chorus) They don't want it / They don't want no problems They don't want it / They don't want no drama (nope) They just after clout / They don't want it (they don't want it) Yeah, Ima put that on my momma (x2) (verse 2) Rick Ross: No Benson and Hedges / I started with Reggie I'm talking asparagus / I'm heavy on veggies We balling and blowing / Seven bottles of Moet Your credit card declined / Bottles had to go back I know yous embarrassed / I smoke like a chalice I'm burning that Kush / They can smell me in Dallas It's usually a P / Nothing small as an O I'm just keeping it G / I might swap you with blow It's usually a P / Nothing small as an O I'm just keeping it G / I might swap you with blow (chorus) (verse 3) Sam Hoss: Smoking on that kush all I know is the cabbage My life is a movie baby you know I’m a savage I don’t need no practice and my lifestyle is lavish My flow is dramatic like my bad bitch that's Spanish I am automatic and on tracks I do damage My bars heavy, my heart cold are y’all ready? Already, you're worth pennies, I curved many Bitch get it, this kid spit it like B.I.G did it I’m sick wit it / I’m in the game playing big minutes Straight bars and no filler, a gorilla I rap iller / The track killer like Mac Miller I'm the plug counting stacks like a crack dealer I wouldn't change a thing about my past cuz it made me I wouldn't change a thing about this track, yeah it's crazy Now the boys coming up and nothing gonna stop the kid Ima do me it's okay if you talking shit (chorus)