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God knows

I am reincarnated

I was stargazin'

Life goes on, I need all my babies

Woke up lookin' for the broccoli

High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi

Ip, ownership, the blueprint is by me

Mr. Get Off, I get off and mop feet

When I hear music, it makes me dance

You got the music, now is your chance

A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state

Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed

'til he hydrated

Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated

I got the money

And the power both gyratin'

I feel good

Get the fuck out my face

Look good, but shе don't got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safе

Mando, let me know what the play

What the fuck

I got hits, I got bucks

I got new paper cuts

I got friends, I got foes

But they all sitting ducks

Hit his turf and get crackin'

Double back like a deluxe

Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough

Fuck a plea, there he go

Beat him up

Fallin' from a money tree

And it grow throughout the months

Spit a loogie at the camera

Speed off, yeah, it's us

I feel good

Get the fuck out my face

Look good, but she don't got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

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Hol' up

Where you from

Bye, bitch

I'm finna go dumb

Sideways

Bunk skunk

Fever

I'm on one

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it

Quid pro quo, what you want

'cause I'm watchin' it

Work on the floor

Let me know if you clockin' it

Brodie won't go

But I know that he poppin' it

It was wolf tickets on sale

'til I silenced it

Pipe down, young

These some whole other politics

Bitch with him and some bitch in him

That's a lot of bitch

Don't hit him

He got kids with him, my apologies

Ghetto child, it was Blacky Milds

With the Smirnoff

Yeehaw, we outside

Whoadie 'bout to kill him off

Blaps on blaps, it's a fact

This a brick of raw

Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap

If it's fictional

Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed

If you criminal

Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop

I'm like, nigga, nah

Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal

It's a full moon, let the wolves out

I been a dog

I feel good

Get the fuck out my face

Look good, but she don't got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

Squabble up, squabble up

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