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[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Check Spray the blidick out the civic Blow the brim clean off of ya fitted Grab the mask and lift it so you know I did it Been pissin' on competition my nigga it's nothing new Buy a verse and I'll bring a complimentary hearse for you Fiends thirst for potent work they cook it on a burnt up spoon Arm full of track marks, the wounds where they insert my tunes Tune into the frequency off E we eatin' frequently Freaks ride the meat until they weak with no decency We need to eat, find out where you holding them pies We in ya spot, hoodie backwards with two holes for the eyes That's regular shit we heavy equipped I blam first blow you out your blouse and knock the percs out your man purse Fatality, heavyweight rap lost no calories Spinnin' the crack vial sell it for a thou' rapidly From where it's foul the OG's crooked and the youth'll pull it Before I serve it whip the work perfect with a Nutri-Bullet Felony capers out for paper like black Caesar Need land overseas on a beach for my leisure Stylin' on niggas like the league leader You outcha league I breathe ether Bite my steez and catch a fuckin' seizure [Verse 2: Al Divino] Uh huh, yeauh, yo yo yo yo yo Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo Pass off a pack in the lobby Filthy rich bro I'm six feet in the swore, you Wallahi Mahogany rim this vintage Carti's, tryna wake up in a Ferrari Sawed off the nozzle up on the shotty so it can fit in my sleeve Leave your people grievin' if you try to rob me Promise you'll, pocket more than an audit though Product move, obnoxious load The dog food the color of Mackerel Fuck I gotta prove pa? My heart is too par, get throw out the moving car Acting like a movie star, Super raw Shoot your whip, Coup De Grace Pop you off of a 'Zuki more fish than a sushi bar Power plays for powdered yay Pile this paper, nasal novelator You know who we are son Boot up and bake the pie son Fetch homie you catch a hot one X's on ya eyes like cars FATALITY!