[Verse 1: Heem Stogied]
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Fuck it, chrome .44 you know we tuckin’
Bitches love it, that quick cash they wanna clutch it
But not for me I’m the definition of M.O.B
My bitches lowkey, fucking till it’s OD
Youngest n***a in charge but I’m still a OG
I’m hearing voices, schizophrenic pull the strap you panic
I’m far away like a lost planet, Pluto
Trip a n***a for that fuckin’ hublot
N***a you know
Tryna stunt on front street leave you bare feet
I’m killing loose, not even at my fucking peak
You n***as ass cheeks, I hit you back-to-back like Meek
Body bags or these white sheets
Your rap career is underneath my feet
I’m climbing to the top bitch, you know I gotta eat
Step to me n***a you getting beat
Why put money on your head when you could die for free?
I’m thuggin’ till I get a fucking key
Or that bag these n***as got me mad
I’m never glad bitch I’m not trash
Fake n***as winning so I gotta finish last
Real n***as never die we immortal living in the skies
A lotta n***as lie living in the skies we call em fake guys
Put your face in pie, clown
.4 pound laying pussies down
Show respect when a real n***a come around (huh)
And I ain’t sayin’ again, n***a I just wanna win (what)
N***a I just wanna win

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
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The old man said "that y is a x without a ledge"
The cold pairing ex [?] forgettin’ how to care
My old head [?] left without a prayer
My bow legged pit toboggan the sled cause I’m a player
I blow bag zips and wire the bread from Montclair
Your hoe ass bitch was bobbing a lift from Mon Che
She bone man’s dick, she gargling extra balls bare
I won’t last 6, she marvel whenever I appear
Like a [?] special visitation up in the court house
Chocha, cállate la boca
Multi-
Purpose to cope with some baby crystal and road blocks
Stove tops
My vision wear tunnel vision, post stop
I’m 20/20 with the LASIK
30/30 go hunting never sunny always crummy show me the cake mix
What the fuck is on your biscuit?
I hit your bread basket, with some of that mother fucking ballistic
Candid kismet
Destiny’s Child with volatile rhythms
Hadouken the wine casks, you n***as wild as
I be shooting in Pine Barrens to bypass, time lapse
I’m moving with the dumbo inside the Maybach