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[Intro] Yo, yeah Gold Haze on the track Shit, I’m back in mode Yeah, uh Look, uh [Verse] How y'all got a head start and y’all still lost? Y’all type to get stole from And the type I would steal off Who you know this polished but still raw? Still even kill Fear no man, talking nada, nil, dawg Still screamin' "Long live my brother, Mikey" in the whip Right before I peel off Said I pull up like Batman But instead, I ain’t rich, I’m a black man But I got hands Oh, let's do it- waka-waka-waka-waka, I will pack, man Ball kinda like the Church Leagues Champs, like I’m Pac Div Heard you turned 12 like the Pac-10 Packed in a whip, well shorty, get on my lap then 'Cause you coming with us, let’s get packed in Bro got the pack, I got the ‘gnac Get smacked then, like what’s ha'nnin'? Said my boy off tough got Rogers on his back Guess he a Packers fan Finna black again if they let me rap again Pop off his top so he would not cap again Asking "What happened to his cap again?" He cannot think, so why you asking him? That nigga a lame, said me and him antonyms Said I’m anti-him It can get stormy, with the flows, I make psalms You would think I was aunty Kim Copy who? Said I’m one of one, man, they copy him They sliding too on who hyping you Tell 'em when to go, think it was hyphy music Boy I’m rhyming stupid, been the nicest with it Nothing nice but lyrics, we can get explicit over digits Bro say that he with it Anyone can get it, anyone can see it Might just have them twitch it, better mind ya business In my line of business, if you talking slick I hope you are specific, me and all my friends that I am getting rich with out here dollar-getting I had to breakdown the specifics to get cracking Yeah, for all of my niggas, we make it happen 'Til we balling, I’m talking Mavericks Each sixteen worth double, that’s thirty-two Every verse I’m talking magic You don’t want no static, and the flow need a Pyrex Said I’m Virgil, shock ‘em, talking static I’m a player, moving major Crazy, I’m still talking static All you niggas is talking average All that shit you was doing was past-tense I did that when I still had classes All them niggas is slow as mol- okay, look I could never fear another man I don’t understand 'Specially when bro gotta 4-5 in his hand Like he tryna figure which floor to go to see brotha man Cranium on Shuri since we drove Suzuki’s Ask anybody who ever knew me What kinda nigga is you? T'Challa to us was just Fela Kuti All our panthers got hit with clips We already seen that movie Nah, for real, brick by brick, I had to build, hold on Wait, you know the deal, boy, I'm back in mode [Outro] Yeah, uh Boy, I’m back in mode