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Trust who? ****'s must be crazy

I wouldn't let you **** hold my baby

Passive aggression, is so outdated

You got a lot of enemies, but I'ma be your favorite

Pull up on ya block

On the rise like a cock

And I got the drop

You a dweeb you a cop

Coca in my snot

If I breathe it come back

If I sell you dream, cook it clean, till it's rock

I ignored your FaceTime, the call didn't drop

I can't show my face on a screen

I'll get stalked

Get a life, get lost, kick rocks

Get the chop

Make ya bitch-ass do the wop

My block, jump a lot, like it's Scott,

Like a rockstar

Uh, from the top, lariat, barely die, lord

Milly rock

I threw up on you stuff

Level up, armor up

Now these hoes can't harm me much, lord

Imagine if I prayed, everyday, fuck with us lord

I wake to your face, and it's safe, and your butt soft

Uh, drop a brick, on ya block, make you fight for it

Uh, drop a brick, on ya block, make you fight for it