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Chris Tdoe Riley
Chris Tdoe Riley
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Michael Beaumont
Michael Beaumont
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Yeah Smoking some of this temple of dog Got chimera in the booth with me I've been tryna make a transition I ain't been outside in a minute Self made Self paid Don Transitions like lens they wanna catch me in frame(Shades) Police still watching wondering if I really left game(I see em') Cars following so I knew had to change my lane Streets is watching like hov So I had to change my game(Switch) But I Stayed on my ps and qs(Sharp) They wondering if I'm still selling ps and qs(Nah) Right now... My music I rap on cue(Turn up) If I make a hit already know it's a big chune Godfather offer he can't refuse(Refuse what) Mechanic working with these loose screws(Fix It Fix it) Catch em 10 o'clock news(Where they at) No wake call Life left on snooze(Beep) Made four drops in the last week Bad enough on phones I still gotta watch my speech(What you talking bout) Using apps like signal so I can be discreet Nowadays idk who watching feet(Big stepper) I'm getting paid O.T for that overnight What you don't know won't hurt that's an oversight E.T told me go hard and then go harder I really murder mics I ain't a bench player I'm a starter I'm a starter I work hard but I play harder Can't guard him Why Cause he's a starter Connect mad couple packages were intercepted Told him shit happens I knew that he couldn't accept it(Suh it go) I wasn't scamming so every penny was a lost You already know nigga that's the cost of being the boss(You ain't heard) I know my strains like Danny danko(Inhale) Weed covered kief just like it's panko(Fried) He whip the white like he Jango(Whip it Whip it) They copy my style nigga like Kinkos(Carbon Copy) So connected thought I was with the narcos(Nah) Vacations in pool with ya girl Marco Polo(Splash) Travel the world nigga like Marco Polo(Takeoff) Only difference is a nigga rode solo(Where I'm going) Creating my own secret society(Shh) Who else but us gonna get us out of poverty(Who else) We molding minds just pottery(Mold em') New hidden hand You Aint ever gotta lie to me If I leave the game will the game will they love me like Mitch(Nah) Appreciate me or still wanna fuck my bitch(Who knows) Only thing won't change is still got get these chips(Mmmhmmm) Til the day I die Then I'm blown in a mist I'm getting paid O.T for that overnight What you don't know won't hurt that's an oversight E.T told me go hard and then go harder I really murder mics I ain't a bench player I'm a starter I'm a starter I work hard but I play harder Can't guard him Why Cause he's a starter
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