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Back on my old flow because I'm on my old mode

Last dude try me, he got hit by the 4-4

Now he flat dead, I bet he won't do that no more

Think they hotheads because they really don't want no smoke

Back on my new flow, these bullets goin' sumo

What you think I need four Glocks? Bitch, I need two of those

Every day I wake up, smokin' on this, whoo, strong

When your people die, you gotta turn that news on

Turn the news back on, you know new people's really dyin

I got my Glock with the hot switch, it be really fryin

Been makin' sauce for 48 hours, I'm really tired

We'll put you on the shit bag, we call it expired

Man, I got time for this rappin

Yeah, they really wanna sign me just because I rap

Hit em in his top, actin' like it's nothin', man, what happened?

Y'all really need a oscar because y'all doin' all that actin

Feelin' like I'm Dirk, I'm still playin' for the Mavericks

I don't fuck with Lansing assholes, man, they still ratchet

Shoutout Dive, now he see the stars just like he Patrick

Mixin' all this shit in one time like I'm doin' with magic

We just caught em in traffic, now he dead in that casket

Yeah, I'm lookin' right at him, heard he said I'm an opp

I just said that he a rat, just like I'm Babe Ruth

Just hit the home run with a Mac, now his face flat

Nah, he ain't comin' back, in the booth with the truth

Why?, you know I spit facts, you can't trust these hood rats

They would play you like that, why you sayin' like that

Man, ain't no love for these streets, that's why I gotta keep my heat

I be killin' all these feets, murderin' in the first degree

Used to post on Silverstone, I hate when I had to leave

We pull up on his block, that's draco dumpin' like I need it

Big bands entertainment, yeah, you know we is the fam

Choppa shells will , we get to textin' Uncle Sam

Y'all just know that I'm the rapper, y'all don't really know who I am

If you talkin' about that cap, you gon' be dodgin' in that Ram