Hot shit, yeah you motherfucking right

From a city where they never let a sucker slide

I'm doing donuts in my fucking ride

Turning so many tight ones that the streets look like Duncan Hines

Burning more bud than the Bud Man

Word on the streets, the government want the guns banned

Well I'll put down mines if you'll put down yours

We can do this hand-to-hand or we can pick up swords

Nautica rain boots, fisherman apparel

I like to spit over strange loops and get dinero

On the low with a thick beauty

It's in my culture to keep a sculpture with brains and a big booty

Along the lines of unbelievable

Righteous vehicles post pardon me if I get a little deep

But this requires a resurrection

For my selected one to step in

The legend of medallions **** the weapon

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We rock shit, yeah you motherfucking right

From Fresno Cali Central Valley it's hustle or die

Still doing donuts in my fucking ride

Burning so much rubber **** the streets look like Duncan Hines

Gotta keep a thang on me, it ain't no love man

Word on the streets, the government want the guns banned

Well I'll put down mines if you'll put down yours

But that shit'll never happen so I'm ready for war

Releasing scriptures like a holy man

Portobello mushroom ravioli fan

Owner of boats brand, the maker of the menu

Might catch me at the market partying with vendors

Poetry prohibition, gangsta vision from an ancient school system

Give me space and I'll paint a cool picture

Busting shots at all you stool pigeons

No matter who listens

To you fools who got the jewels missing

I got a couple screws missing

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We pop shit, yeah you motherfucking right

5-5-9, My **** never duck and hide

We turn tight ones in our fucking ride

So many O's from the bubba burn you'd swear this shit was Duncan Hines

What is you fucking blind?

Or on some drugs man

It's fucking clear they trying to pass a bill to get my gun banned

Well I'll put down mines when you put down yours

The key word to security is secure

Flyest to fly, the highest of high, divine styler

The square mileage what I supply, Nikes is coke white powder

Ounces of gold upon my counter

Just know I never powder my nose, I'd rather sell it than consume it

Gold chains and federal movement, the

Ghetto is unit for ghetto improvement

I spit the baller shit fluent

Rehearse for personal amusement

For you to stay in tune with the cool shit I'm doing

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