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[Verse] Let the finger coils do what they do, I ain't never bit off more than I chew Heard they bitter that I'm rubbin' it in, but they would too if they was ever masseuse You ain't stick it to me, stick to the truth, they ain't pick me, I just got up and flew Since a pickney, I've been shiftin' the room, the shit just fit me so it’s what I pursue I'm in cargos up in Largo, award show when I'm wearin' a suit Said he hard, boy, that shit is a ruse, brodie call and he said, "What's the move?" I ain't far, what you gettin' into? Nothin' large, still the money pursuit I ain't calm when it's time to maneuver, I turn that off, bitch, don't get it confused, uh (Bitch) I can't survive off a Zoom and a clock-in, I'ma get rich out my room, nigga, watch it They ass all gon' get exhumed when I walked in, bitch I was sharp out the womb, uh Niggas be wantin' your doom, tryna bargain, they eyes is really just glued to the margins Tryn' interrupt my lil' bloom but I’m locked in, I just been hittin' resume, uh Biting who givin' you food outta pocket, I can't be fuckin' with you I'ma keep huggin' the blues through the blues, I feel like that pain be the muse, be the muse And we was the same, but he snoozed then he lose, that's the game, boy, you fucked if you cruisin' Switchin' gears got my hands full of bruises, bitch, uh I said, fuck a hook, I ain't doin' that shit And I swear that he stupid or maybe he dumb if he think that he ruinin' shit Look, and my nigga Rayan got me out Chicago, no way that we losin' this shit (Man, what?) 'Cause I'd rather be sharin' the same clothes with my brother than callin' it quits, man, uh Got the platform and the plan, bitch, it's hats off when I stand I ain’t blast off, what he sayin'? What? Uh Took the cast off, ain't decay, but ain't no last brawl 'til I fade We ain't gon' dash off to the shade, what? But even if I ain't seein' the sun When my seed see the light I just want him to know if it's callin' him, he better run Nigga, you better run, wipe that blood if you see it, you might see a ton They don't know how we won, but I know that we playin' with fire, it's done, bitch [Outro] Uh, uh Nigga, word to my mother, it's done Nigga, word to my father, it's done Nigga, word to my brother, it's done Nigga, word to my sister, it's done Nigga, word to my lover, it's done Nigga, word to my hunger, it's done Nigga, word to my youngins, it's done Word to all that I love, bruh, it's done Word to all that I love, bruh, it's done Oh, my man's Marcus, a.k.a redveil, not for sale See, the EP is done, but they not finished, yadamean? They must rewind to the track number one, listen all over again They play with the fire they get burned