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[Intro: Fly Anakin]

Yo yo, yo yo, yeah, yuh, Foisey did you even finish yo [?], yeah, I bet you

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin]

Yeah, this how the story go for those that don't know

My pops hit my momma with the left, and a slow stroke

Invested in me and I came back with a chain on my throat

Let niggas pout but they concerned about the way I get dough

Let me appreciate existin' first, most my past was full of excuses

I made my feelins' work, the process, can't let up a minute, I made the ceilin' turf, time that

I get to the myrrh, and it's all there

Rap's pallbearer, the game's all here

He leveled up a whole tier, face hisself in the mirror with teary eyes, clouded by his fears

Co-existence was an afterthought, I found the rope to walk

But those special pieces, my baby lost, my [?] to [?]

He a bratty bitch, need to send him off

Put him in the car, look back baby, you barely boss

Appropriately lost

I got it, come in, let's take him off

Tweakin' off the raw

I pocket then take the fentanyl, I mean that's livin' large

Multi-car garage, with my bitch come to this seminar

From afar, he a star, leave gun smoke in the car

I was made for this, they subpar, they passed out at the bar

Fascinated by the way the cheese add up like it's [?]

Fashion beyond the seminars... You ain't seen the scars

My package was full of fentanyl, the shit that started car

I peep the damage then sent them off

My youngin' [?]

It's hard to manage - then get in charge

Treat it like it's art

Fashion beyond the seminars... You ain't seen the scars

My package was full of fentanyl, the shit that started car

I peep the damage then sent them off

My youngin' [?]

It's hard to manage - then get in charge

Treat it like it's art

[Verse 2: ANKHLEJOHN]

Past you niggas like retrograde

A flyin' fuck was what I never gave

And the 7-5-7 prepare for landin' need hella space

It was a dyke bitch with two tears on her face, look like Kevin Gates (hm)

Play with Lordy, either Anakin send you to Heaven's Gates (fuck outta here, fuck outta here)

I was down South with the Texas plates

Equipped with the chainsaw like leatherface

If you got any sense you better pray for me

He was my neighbor we carried the same story

You grew up Catholic, pray Saint Laurence

Me I was Baptist, I had my days of glory, but the truth became important

Still to this day, I keep that thang on me

Whether I got beef or not, won't let any nigga get a chance to see me dropped, (never, never, never)

I been spinnin' bitches like CD-ROM

I'm from a small place, but the city large

Niggas would rather see you starve

Conversations with love and I was focused on the titty bra

Now we at my place like here we are

Soft trivia

Ice breaks with red wine, no lost interests, (not at all, not at all)

NFTS, the calls was minted

Dig ditches deep enough to fit your coffin in it

[?] the governor rich

That coffin business

She a freak, she use her mouth, with the [?] in it

I was trynna get my balls licked

Before you cross the street, be cautious

I need officers worth millions

I got a reign, and it's expensive how we livin' (mmm)

You hear me?

It's Lordy