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i know some lowhead status stick you for your horse
i weigh the mac-12 out the porsche
surely you and me look alike
when you're on the red y'all some kings stabbed a one in court
40 with your dick make the whole crowd scatter
from the shooter to the bagger
balenciaga duffle bag filled with whole slabs
step on these rings you gettin' toe tag
you know this shit don't write
i swear i been fly my whole life
i sleep with the pole every night
looked at my plug like we made it
my style look like kerry james marshall painted it
i heard your album and i hated it
you need to stop rappin' nigga and wait a bit
a bulldog with the leash off
grabbed the gloves and polished the piece off
the shotgun is riding shotgun
don't ride down bun's street
i'm triple og motherfucker
from the west side to windwood
you barkin' up the wrong tree
pull a big thing with them extras out
that's what that big boy flex about
'cause i don't really do this sucka shit
you must not know who you fuckin' with
i get jewelry from mike jordan
man you niggas couldn't be me
i used to have a pocket full of stones
now i got properties and homes
there ain't no stoppin' me
hangin' out with bun & west
100 percent chance body died
mercedes benz with the rims since i was 19
greatest puerto-rican rapper since joe and pun
you could line up a hundred and couldn't show me one
take my time with this verse until i know it's done
walked into the store to cop a limbase
some kid got shot in this mente
now we streaming on tidal
made history with my idols
it's trillstatik 'cause real hip-hop matters
but we had it before you had it