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[Intro] Heatmakerz, Crack Music [Verse 1: Jim Jonees] This the tapdance kid, like [?] Glover Moonwalk on that coke, when I play with that butter From that New Jack City, where they spraying like [?] All you hear is click clack, click clack, like the [?] got a studder Keep playing little nigga, I'll have them spin the block, shorty Oh, you think that I'm bluffing? I'll have them spin the block sharply I stand tall on myethics, I don't think you should sharp me I'm rocking spikes [?] having drinks on the floor seats There's not too many left, could've [?] my past Right now it's only Double R's, and any ghost of my past I'm a prodict of gang banging, and selling coke for the cash You have to know the defenition of a sociopath Wе was tryna eat [?] you supposed to fast Right now, pay attention, 'causе [?] class What happen [?] 'Cause these thoughts right now, run around just like [?] piranhas [Verse 2: Fred the Godson] [?] exclusive Trap house, coke in the place you get smoked, all inclusive Just to think, we was broke, even more elusive Play with my bread and get smoked, no excuses Glock by the left [?] case he try to hit me like Pac when he left [?] try Rich Porterus [?] rich, poor to us That's how it be, baby We on resorts, and resort to vilance, this trip lit Squeeze the 3, baby [?], 3, baby Still put the white girl first in the act, that's my lead lady Every flip, I gotta keep though I'm who they pay [?] As I watch who rocking [?] keep the receipt though Go throw a top off, feneto