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You pull up to a red light A man jerks your door open, says "Out of the car, I'm taking your car" You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me" You know what I do? I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead And spill his brains all over the concrete (You think you know me) Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Losses and theme on my life After the steam and the height, dawg This is my career, not a dice Never take Ls to a mic Bitch, I am impervious in type Soul, jump bucket in the vice New Glock, leave it up to Christ, uh Fit for a joke, it need a Harley Don Callis never been a carney And you know we showin' up for Darby Me and Tina, buckin' back tonight You a demon, we gon' try the mic New Glock, leave it up to Christ, ahh Uh, why would I show you my hand? I'll put on a show on demand I was on the show, who a fan? These boys never made a profit You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it I see what y'all thinkin' but it's gas Grown man co-signed trash Long Glock, goin' five mags Two Glocks tucked in the bag New switch, they gon' get attached And they said we never gonna lap Deathloop, you ain't come to fight Them tweets cost you a life You ain't had a hand in the height (Nah, man) uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is a theme of my life After the steam and the height, dawg I'm Arn Anderson