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[00:04.00]Mafia, what else (where we at wit' it?)
[00:07.56]2-2-7 (Gang)
[00:10.81]Let’s get it (Ugh)
[00:12.06]Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles
[00:14.81]Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain’t talking pintos
[00:17.85]Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes
[00:20.73]Only ate with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big ‘bows (Yeah)
[00:23.81]On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
[00:26.85]On the outs, balling on a budget, **** it, I’ma get them bricks sold
[00:29.81]In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I’m in mix mode (Boldy)
[00:32.81]Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I’m fishbowl
[00:35.81]Niggas tinted up, but I’m fishbowl
[00:40.40]Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl
[00:42.44]This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on the list, though (Work)
[00:44.90]Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?"
[00:48.02]Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain’t talking Flipmode
[00:50.69]Said he on the 6-4, told him, “Meet me at the Citgo”
[00:53.90]On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills
[00:56.90]Bitches know I got the juice, niggas know it’s been the drill (Uh-huh)
[01:00.15]Niggas whipping Robitussin (What?) mixing it with Benadryl
[01:02.65]Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl
[01:05.85]Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain’t talking Enfamil (At all)
[01:08.94]If it ain’t sealed up, I’ma up-strick a deal (Up strap)
[01:11.90]‘Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (You already know)
[01:14.85]For a little bit, enough, I could get a nigga spilled (Whoa)
[01:18.06]‘Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes
[01:20.77]Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)
[01:23.94]Now everybody breaking bags, shook all of that dead weight
[01:26.85]Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)
[01:29.94]My lil’ brother SK, gotta fight a fed case
[01:32.90]Whole lot of gang shit, and that’s without the handshakes (Ugh)
[01:35.73]Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles
[01:38.77]Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain’t talking pintos
[01:41.77]Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes
[01:44.81]Only ate with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big ‘bows
[01:47.85]On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
[01:50.56]On the outs, balling on a budget, **** it, I’ma get them bricks sold
[01:53.94]In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I’m in mix mode (Boldy)
[01:56.94]Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I’m fishbowl (Mafia)
[01:59.90]Playing with them Icks out in Frisco (San Fran)
[02:03.10]Now we up dog shit I was just on Skid Row
[02:06.02]Marching up Boylen, contra moved back to Jethro
[02:08.94]Two phones slamming, off a Virgin Mobile and a Getro
[02:11.90]Snatching up niggas custies, scale kinda dusty
[02:14.90]While y’all niggas in the county working for the police like a trustee
[02:17.94]Forty-three AMG, it’s Ali on the MP
[02:20.73]Alley-oop, it’s only us, but it’s really just me
[02:24.11]Skinny nigga, 6’3”, dining in at the Whitney
[02:26.85]Dream cruising up Woodward, candy paint, ’96 MB
[02:30.02]I been in the streets so long, shit, I’m dehydrated and exhausted
[02:32.94]On them hot blocks off of Martha, cold water running out the faucet
[02:35.90]Finna make it through the bullfrog, shit could take or it could fall
[02:38.94]I can press play, I can push pause with that mini-Drac’ and that bulldog
[02:41.90]Traffic in the tri-state level, bad bitch with a pie-face
[02:44.98]Now them hundreds stuck together like flypape'