[Verse 1: Ish Mula]
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[Verse 2: Prez Mafia]
I said yo, peep this
'X the [?]
N***a, and the [?]
[?] on nevermind, 'cause I be grinding on my set, I'm
Watching lames clockng all the diamonds and the check, my
Lead fly, the TEC-9'll burn it down, Left Eye
If you sick, report to this stick doctor
It's real rap, diagnosed by a hip hopper
It's six sixteen, no clips, so hold that
Smack, I'm the new whip, but this shit throwback
'Cause the red pipes, hard tops, the interior's from nine-five
Rims is this year
Better bring bait for a sharks when fish here
So we don't test faith
You see the sparks, I'm in here
Landin' again, territories, dare a n***a's starts squeezing
And if they do, they must not like their heart's beating
They doing dumb shit, for odd reasons
I'm on a chase, for that cake
Fast breaking, and we all feasting
I'm on a clock, with one Glock, and two bleeps
I own a strip, with one drop, and two seats
I keep a pen in the pad, but if the two meet
You gon' see John, I punch lines like Bruce Lee
N***a
I could rock by ya
He ain't in my Akh tire
I'm Speedracer, with a blazer I could mach five ya!
Bust shots 'til my Glock tired
The gun complain, it wanna retire from making shots fire
Only a fool would doubt me
Only the tool'll scalp me
I am the block, when it's hot, they would lose without me
'Cause I'm the realest, and the illest, with the movement, Akhi
Then tell the truth, no man could try to move or mock me
Bro, they couldn't play Prez if they made a movie about me
Cops search me, they'll probably get a toolie out me
So y'all respect it, 'cause I'm reckless, n***a I'm a thug
And I stack chips, more green than an Irish pub
N***a
Woosah, ya heard