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[Intro] My nigga give me a few dimes Going up the block to bag the eights up [Verse] Congratulations young nigga now your gun game's grown With no respect for your elders I'ma mail y'all clones Y'all been fighting but no change came Mami just maintain, sick lessons from Rae, we dated in Spain Eating good foods, he's a good dude Word to your pops, they had a beef, Rae shot him in his twat Wisen up shorty pull up your Evisu's Weisel You can't make a living with no knowledge, you see Juice? White man with regals, pull up to the crib with a fucked up joint Fly laugh get to the point, peoples Y'all get to here what I say I'm the invincible to y'all non-lynchable is Rae Just give me my paper I'ma meet Shaq in Jamaica And close down the Bally store, them bricks made me wake up The police they swore when they catch me they would snatch me And bury me alive with some old dough exactly Stocks and kangos quit fucking around, don't slip Sparking every leaf, I slang those mangos Bag of zigs mind your business, while establish my businesses All I get is money flying them sixes, uhh My blood pressure off the meat rack, come to the lab check the heat rack A few silencers, fours, my doors they swing like whores in London Stertchpants and stripes, strangling jaws Dick sucks on weekends, smoke cheeba in the beacon You know my nigga Keyon and leak friend? Slick talk this weed [?] The hardest wool legged and sheep skins