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I had a dream I did
I'm with the team
Shuttin' down shows for the fans
And gang got the maddest of streams Numbers
More dough means more greeze
The more we do squeeze 'cause we handle more machine Loads
Them man there ain't never pulled no smoke
Don't know the feelin' like MADARA Beatz They don't
We can't agree to disagree Never
Can't turn back and leave it
Make sure they can't get back on their feet
Grab that shotgun and thе baggiest jeans Grab it
Pissed if you lack whеn we scheme
Onto the opps, won't stop, get shot
Should've known not to stand in between
Before I robbed, I trapped for the Ps Trap
Hustlin' in cunch, had pebs under tongue and rest of the pack in my cheeks
Had brown sauce in that salad cream
I got it all to max salary
You can't call yourself family You can't
If the opps score, they ain't mad as me
Heard he tried run but he still got bun
Burnt his skin, not calories It weren't
Bros told me Don't stop rhymin' Don't
Stick to the rap, it's timin' Timin'
Provide the pans for the fryin' Waps
We can't put a rest to the ridin'Can't
Opp strip flow when I'm feelin' low Low
Built my self-esteem with this iron
Roll up and give him the smoke Smoke
We'll bleed but they won't feel highness
Who done it Keep it private Who done it
Know it's on-sight for the rivals On sight
Times we ain't have no cars or peds
So we went on them cycles Peddles
Get done if you're sat on the fence, I know how things spirals
First they ain't involved then in videos
Catch them, try make men go viral
You're part of this ting, don't be in denial
Staying with the wap or shank his vital Stay with it
Supplyin' smoke to go crash or I'm holdin' the mash if I ride Rise it
Buyin' in bulk for cash or try lick homes and grab by night time Tek that
Fryin' on roads, where I hang bells
I ain't gotta move a hand, but my guy might
On the ride with bros on a wap
Or mic and rap, I'm walkin' a fine line A fine line
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