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Cancel your plans for the rest of the week

It's the DOC tape, let me take it from here

Y.H.R got 'em waiting to hear

But Y.H.R don't play it by ear

And they were never on a level, several tried to rebel

But they never peddled hard enough to settle

Pedal to the metal, never did I revel

I'm just tryna stack up every single medal

And take it straight to the top with a bop

Watch this way been dropping a lot

Fire, cold, hot, but it's not shorty pre

These moves come rock with a boss

Study this in slow-mo, yeah

Y.H.R to go pro,

We got hits up under our belts

But never been a low blow

What you telling me and bro, bros can't plant

No seeds where money don't grow

Your new shit sounding like my old flow

And who are these new faces we don't know them

Check, check, one, two, man, I don't know you

Don't know me, say you don't know who

I see the signs more clearly, don't get near me

I want you to fear me, eyes get teary, hold me dearly

A lot of us get really deep in the pit

But we don't give a shit

Cause we live for the stint of running it

I got a check last week and I'm bunning it

Rainy day last week, now I'm stunting with shit

I know I can't afford, went for a chain, now I'm taking a tour

Check the account and I sink to my core

How the fuck can I rap when I ain't got a Porsche

How the fuck can I rap when I ain't got a strap

Cause I ain't got a cap bout the way that I act

Blazing a pack to distract from the lack

I be changing the facts just to help me adapt

So high I don't know myself

So high I don't know my know my

Went to the back just to learn how to act

When I learn how to sing then you know it's a wrap

I said let man cook

I can't move bait in the streets

More time I'm trying to find a new flow I can hook

I can't trust what they say

These days might be a big man but he still moves shook

None of my G's have been on death row

But still move in the night like Suge

And I move on sight if you give the wrong look

If I talked about all of the things that I've done

I would end this song in cuffs

Fuck do I look like self-incriminating

For the fake guys just to show me love

Selective with all my brethrens

More time I don't know who I can trust

Isolating like a 1v1

Can't move like a COD map, that's rust

Real talk said I can't move rusty

Head on a swivel

Been unlucky, stuck on a pedal

Bait speech on the phone so I move in riddles

Feds try to X me out just like Malcolm

They didn't know I was the guy in the middle

All for the materialistic drip

I wasn't trying to go out looking like a trickle

So high I don't know myself

So high I don't know my know my

So high I don't know myself

So high I don't know my know my

So high I don't know myself

So high I don't know my know my

Went to the back just to learn how to act

When I learn how to sing then you know it's a wrap