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[Verse] (Bruiser Brigade!) Mindstate like a stampede Try to re-clone, try to revamp me In the back of they mind, they wish they had me The chrome close to his heart but he got mad reach Set your homie on the lick, he got wet tea and wet feet The clip came out a movie or a dream Every time you see the sparks fly, it's not what it seems Every time he part ties like he comin' out a funeral Hе comin' out a shroom trip on the beach So fresh and so clеan every time I hit the scene Ain't nobody killin' me, my team never burgundy [?] left to right, with elbow room, with the self-esteem She came through [?] she might let me lean My back just start achin' me and I'm 27 Conversations hold more weight than preachers and the reverends It's like nostalgia Like he talkin' 'bout the dead homie and he picked up and called ya It's like the crane game, I wanna grab all ya Got a seat at the table for you made of sawdust When I saw we chopped it all up, we chopped it all up Strapped like Gibraltar, proceed him as an artist Unorthodox, we still don't know what to call it Got the vaccine, still contagious when he talkin'