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Out here is sick AR-70's

And albino pits

Patriots and bushmasters

Home invasions and licks

I'm in it to make the most

You in it to flamboast Boast)

You in it to tricking off to them hoes

I'm in to make her buy me some clothes

I be treating my scraper like a Rolls

Lemme stop lying no I don't Don't)

I be sideways on two toys

All the rappers call me Unc Unc)

Feasible unheathable

The best thing that ever did it Did it)

Incredible like E Jerome

You pitch it I'm a hit it Hit it)

One of my youngsters

Just got popped with a thumper Thumper)

They tryna wash him

They talking football numbers Football numbers)

They tryna stop him

It's murk in the Ave In the Ave)

Take one of mine

I'm take three of theirs Three of theirs)

Some of you suckers

Can't take a lettuce from a cabbage Cabbage)

A coon from a plum

Kangaroo from a radish From a raddish)

Look at my life

Look at my guys look at my fame Look at my fame)

Look at you guys look at my eyes

Look at my cane Look at my cane)

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M wanted this piece already Already)

Squat a 33-year-old Chevy Old Chevy)

Replace everything all in Heat Cherry Yeah)

So much chrome under the hood straight scary

Get my grown man on Sacramento Valley

On 22's playboy vet rallies Rallies)

Tremendo to the extreme where I go

Pimping I'm cleaner than a San Jose car show

Hotter than Barstow in August

Chevy Land love me

I'm year one flawless One flawless)

The law just pull up beside me

Give me the thumbs up

I turn the beat up like "That's what up"

Hah studio tone yadadamean

Got us mobbed out

Smacking like magazine Like magazine)

When I wanna roll deep

I gotta van Gotta van)

But right now

It's young Meek in the waterbed

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Sick of turfs scorchers

Smoking hot like a broken stove

Me and my Filipinos

Tongans and Cholos

On the soil

Taking precaution

On the roof in the trees with the Latins

Listening and watching oooh

Good grief

It's never been this ugly out here

We in some heavy beef

They left his body in the streets for twelve hours

Candlelight vigils

Sidewalk funerals and flowers oooh

These youngsters aint listening

They disrespecting me

Aint no OG's to holler at

No one to detonate oooh

Chemical babies

The parents smoking rocks

Plus they aint never

Had a chance to know God To know God)

In my days I was raised in the church

Momma did what she could just

To keep us off the turf Keep us off the turf)

But it aint no one to blame But)

But Noriega and Regan and rock ***

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