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Sub-10 how I run up these racks Chef Nobu how I cook up these raps Too live, I don't know how to act Frito-lay how I'm bagging these snacks How I'm flossing, you could tell I got plaques Where the bread? Drop a pin on the map When you talk about me talk facts By the weed the only time I been smacked Sun-down to Sun-up, yeah She want to turn up and turn up, yeah Pour up and burn all the kush up, yeah Hit from the back with a leg up, yeah Cross me once and it's done up I'm 'bout to chef up a come up Soldiers, I got a ton of them Foes, I'm scared of none of them La familia what I stand for 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 toes Working, strengthening my mental Praying everyday essential Writing history, no pencil Paint the picture with no stencil We not from silver utensils Dirtied my hands to get pesos Won't quit, I know God got me Slim boy, but my pockets ocky Loud stink like the dirty laundry I'm real down to the mitochondria News channel turn you to a zombie Only organic vibes around me Running shit so they want to clock me Usain Bolt, I left them all behind me Sub-10 how I run up these racks Chef Nobu how I cook up these raps Too live, I don't know how to act Frito-lay how I'm bagging these snacks How I'm flossing, you could tell I got plaques Where the bread? Drop a pin on the map When you talk about me talk facts By the weed the only time I been smacked Sun-down to Sun-up, yeah She want to turn up and turn up, yeah Pour up and burn all the kush up, yeah Hit from the back with a leg up, yeah Cross me once and it's done up I'm 'bout to chef up a come up Soldiers, I got a ton of them Foes, I'm scared of none of them Boy I came up in the town with them shottas I got my spiritual game from the Rastas We keep it player, we don't talk 'bout choppers Nowadays it feel like cops is the robbers I smoke papers, my brother smoke grabba My shawty classy and she a rider She stay in Prada and stay out of drama H on my belt, it don't stand for Honda Everything we drop is a missile Saint Laurent on me like my initials Just like a ref, you know I'm official I got my stripes but don't got no whistle I'm going up, you know that they hacking You tried to play me, you know that I'm taxing Low vibrations don't get no reaction Sub-10 how I run up these racks Chef Nobu how I cook up these raps Too live, I don't know how to act Frito-lay how I'm bagging these snacks How I'm flossing, you could tell I got plaques Where the bread? Drop a pin on the map When you talk about me talk facts By the weed the only time I been smacked Sun-down to Sun-up, yeah She want to turn up and turn up, yeah Pour up and burn all the kush up, yeah Hit from the back with a leg up, yeah Cross me once and it's done up I'm 'bout to chef up a come up Soldiers, I got a ton of them Foes, I'm scared of none of them