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[Verse]

Open up the case on 'em

Set his own pace, peeped the rats, wasn't racing with 'em

Made it out the maze, haze with the stanky odor

Simmer down my brain when I can't control it

Nigga, where your chips? You should bet 'em on him

Call the vet he barking, hear him and the mess he started

Nigga, they keep a eye on me, I am not a child artist

I raised the bar and hit a chin-up for a while on it

Life a long ride, my niggas up for it

My bitches down for me cause I stay a buck-fifty

Angel City drought time, why the fuck I'm up fifty

Playing like I'm down five? They can't really fuck with me

Let a nigga sizzle in the pan if he wanna

Los Angeles area annual summer, we burning under it

Learned from taking chances and fumbling

Nigga I was taught to take your rations and guzzle 'em, bitch