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Check, check, check Yeah, yeah Actually, that was pretty dope, man (ayo) Can't even lie Ayo, I got game, plenty Talk shit, reload the semi Mafia shit with Juicy J, sippin' Henny I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen It's like my life was written through a murder scenе Even in my early teens I saw a guy on the cornеr gettin' high When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes) Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (woo) I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what? Hip-hop baby, party rockin', you know what it is (Shit hard) dark, haha You should be concerned (yeah, yeah, motherfucker) (You know it's me) you should Smoking back-to-back Dutches My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your fuckin' body into stuffing Dressed like I'm doing construction Off one leg, jump through the fuckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li Don't interrupt my feng shui Get left in the fridge where they hang meat My bitch'll kick you with strange feet A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat Carved ice and pre-Columbian queens Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine Way before a motherfucker ever turned 17 I'll leave you in the Heaven scene Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy You could've been in soup or a taco My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho Commemorate me with a statue "Fuck the world" written on the tattoo Man, I be smoking mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid) Motherfucker, you know it's me
Writer(s): Erian Asllani, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Kourosh Yaghmaei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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