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The Butcher comin', nigga
Yeah
You know what I mean?
Summertime with- That cocaine shit sexy
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Straight like that, though
Yeah
You gotta just relax, just relax
And allow yourself to focus your approach
And never let 'em bullshit you, so bullets like
Toilet paper, you buy both of 'em in bulk
I'm that quintessential hustler, don't get gassed off rap quotes
I put glass in the game like that backboard Shaq broke
I'm just as hot as Tabasco when poppin' in rap mode
Look who traded in that.44 mag for a lab coat
I'm in the operation room, how could I hit a plateau?
Went to Bertruf Grisel to the stat quo
In a black truck to LAX, in the back thinkin' "How can I rap woke?
" When I told 'em sell dope already, how can I backstroke?
Street dreams, I guess I'm guilty of the things I told 'em not to do
That bird talkin' to me like a cockatoo, shocked as you?
I really had to take over a block or two
Went so hard in that pot, nigga, my watch missin' a rock or two
Yep, you know them single carat stones
Can't blame my single parent home
Nah, 'cause it was nights wasn't a single parent home
Damn
Black truck to JFK, MAC truck on the way upstate
¿Qué lo que?
She gotta have a ass or a J.Lo face
I think I'm in love, my plug daughter got a angel face
Ankle straight, slicin' through a brick like it's angel cake
Ain't no way I seen empires shrinkin', that Mayday alliance weaken
Then the hand they tried to feed '
Em got burnt from that fire breathin'
I had to slay dragons, I thought I was fightin' demons
I just stay locked in, still rhymin' like I ain't eatin'
We used to beef over blocks, now I eat beef off the rock
At a steakhouse in Turks, chain out, no shirt
Like a boss, if I point a finger out, you go first
I'm a dog, nigga, I cut a ho off, cold turk
As quick as I'm in and out her, I can forget about her
Make her call the next nigga, won't get no feelings out her
You gotta trust what you see, let your eyes be the proof
There's three sides to every story, yours, mines, and the truth
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