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Yeah, yeah, yeah, citch Norf
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Norf, Norf
Ayy, ayy, where's JID Norf, yeah
Ayy, ayy, this the Dream, this the Dreamville, right

Chorus: Vince Staples & JID
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank Facts
I break ya face Facts
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block Uh, uh you tweak, get shot Finna get high, finna get
I bleed the block Uh, look, you tweak, get shot Oh, shit

Verse 1: JID
I squeeze, then I leave, bet a mothafucka die before me
I know my rights but I'd be wrong if I don't ride with the heat Yeah, yeah
Since you left, I ain't been right, so I got the rifle on me Damn
I don't need niggas fightin' for me Nah
Get a nigga nose wiped for me No, spitefully
A opp got popped Woah, diddy-da Diddy-da, ha-ha
Left on read, dot-dot-dot, doom-doom-doom
Knock-knock at the door, nigga, what's new
Lil' nigga with the broom finna brush you
Line a nigga up, fade cut you
Cut it out, you can't knock the hustle
'Cause when I bust I'm JaMarcus Russell
No Ryan Leaf, damn livin' hard, baby
Dyin' easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies Nah
Michelangelo Yeah, Maya Angelou, now I'm ramblin' No, oh my God
Take ya panties off and make a man of me Yeah, yeah
Thick and juicy booty like a manatee Whoa
Man, gun in my pants, roll up and I'ma defend Ima' d-, I'ma d-
Sayin', You with your mans

Chorus: Vince Staples
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank Facts
I break ya face Facts
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot Ayy, ayy

Verse 2: Vince Staples
Pay me, run on ATL, I got Picassos in my crib Uh-huh
I up and squeeze, no three AG's Yeah, I keep El Chapos in my crib Uh-huh
No Toronto, I got six Uh-uh, big revolvers like I'm Clint Uh-huh
Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry
Halle Berry, I might crash in the pussy for real For real, for real
Know they got to blow a bag when they book me for real For real, for real
Ain't nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed
Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal Boom
Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal Uh-huh
My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills Uh-huh
We not actin', we don't need no activation for kills Uh-huh
I'll cut your onion, crush your muffin Yeah, yeah
I'm a gangsta like Grillz Norf

Verse 3: Doctur Dot
I got a lightbulb over my head
Got a plot that I'm about to manifest
They should document a nigga followin'
A nigga hypnotizin' like I'm Simon Says
American Terrorist, homebred
Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead
Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers
You don't even care, you don't believe in God
You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even, odd
I used to be the plug, now I'm supercharged
Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa
No days off, can't do my job
12:34 or I catch the clock
On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart
Run the spades, hit the club
Pull your card, on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad
Hoppin' out the hotbox, now they outta pocket
Feel like 'Pac, what you can't get, I been unlockin'
If you ain't shit, you end up shot
Love your bitch but all that pillow-talkin' have you end up caught
Shut yo mouth, sayin' what you saw, that's a fatal flaw

Chorus: Vince Staples
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank Facts
I break ya face Facts
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot