Yeah, motherf*cker

One man, I don't need a big mob motherf*ckers

One man, yall can't fuck with this

Dice Game

One man, yeah one man

Ya'll

This might be the last time, this might be the last rhyme

They might bless nines, they might hit me

They might get me, I might have that with me

I might get dumb with that fifty

They might be frisk me, I might be clean

I might not be, yeah that's

'cause I might have heard you drop someone

Call the cop you saw that fifty I might to have history

I might leave whiskey, I might leave Henny

I'm longer in the tooth but I'm longer in the

I'm Miley yeah I heard I was gonna like me

But had the gram won't fight me

I might black out, pull em mack out, clap out

Switch she's a little trap out, just flat out

Yeah this rap is getting too much height

So I last shout strike, with super human mike

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One man, whip your heart to ten and all I spark em in is, one man

At the time I checking your own squad for getting out of line motherf*cker

I'm one man, that's me, and all I need to make you bleed and suffer

I Gave more to the ghetto straight bullets

OG ran to max and the mission

Fuck that, tell me where the money at

All I care about is the hundred that's fuck that yeah

A lot of yall faith

So I'ma face, I don't trust so I treat em all like

I don't duck and tip toe around the place

Before is buck and turn it to a powl mistakes

Why relate similar back ground you don't back down

You late met down cash cows

My whole fows mistake, I turn nothing into a problem papes

Something for you fakes, eyes full of hate full of smile to face

Claiming that you hope and shot the fuck up

Self contain motherf*cker

[Hook:]
That's that realness

Dice Game