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(Don't give in to hate, that leads to the dark side And even the king don't wanna go in there) (Yuh yuh, aye, yuh yuh, oh, cocaine, yuh) I be really moving all this weight, get my weight up I don't wait up for muhfuckin' soul You could suck my dick Hoe swallow me whole Climbing out a dark place buried in a hole (phew) Even in the dirt found gold Even in the dirt felt whole Ironic I know My homie got bags of the blow Now it's a bag imma blow I blow up fasho Hold up, hold up, I don't like fakes I just wanna get my money up for goodness sakes My cheese get sliced like land o' lakes Then shared with my family, they know just what it takes We can't relate you don't know how pain tastes Now I orchestrate my bangers make the earth shake Stand ten toes, y'all don't want problems Looking for solutions, stupid I got one Hit em' in the head with a muhfuckin' shotgun These boys thinking they gems, then I drop them Rather be the one in the field, then the one watching I'm popping, the output really been non-stopping I popped-in, looking at y'all like who got this You often making excuses I'm off this (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, gotta show em' wassup Tried to shut it down, so I'd open it up Like damn, I try to focus enough Other motherfucker's really all broke and they suck Like damn, gotta show em' wassup Tried to shut it down, so I'd open it up Like damn, I try to focus enough Other motherfucker's really all broke and they suck Like damn
Writer(s): Ethan R Yampolski, Ziuzin Alekseevich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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