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[Intro: Almighty Suspect] Zay Coronado on the beat On the gang, on the gang [Chorus: Almighty Suspect] Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga [Verse 1: Almighty Suspect] Bitch, what the fuck niggas mean? I was riding with the blower, you was tryna make the team On the gang, nigga, you's a nerd and a lame I'ma join in this bitch, niggas never ask my name, stupid I'm the shit and they knew it The bitch had a chance, on the gang, and she blew it, it's over And they know I keep blower You don't talk bands, niggas broke, need loaners, bitch I ain't never been no poser Pulled out them bands on that bitch, had to show her This something light but I get way colder You was in class with yo books in a folder, yeet I'm the man in these streets I was riding with the blower, you was lacing up cleats, bitch Niggas can't tell me shit Niggas wanna act dumb till we flip his whole whip [Chorus: Almighty Suspect] Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga [Verse 2: Chiico] Look, look I ain't never letting off, applying pressure to gang A couple niggas got popped, I ain't saying no names I got a .40 with a stick and it play no games For my side, I'ma ride, you niggas know my lane, look When I'm rolling then that blower get to blowing I done took a couple L's but a nigga got focused I ain't folding, bitch, you better understand the motion If I ever hit your block then the nigga got folded, like, bitch If I'm tripping, ain't no going back All this money that I'm getting got me throwing racks If I let this thing rip, it ain't no coming back All this designer got yo bitch wanna throw it back Every nigga know the code for a street nigga Kiss that case, keep a solid through the heat, nigga I been plotting on a mill', I gotta eat, nigga To the grave, I'ma die a real street nigga [Chorus: Almighty Suspect] Bitch, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat Nigga, I ain't never been no athlete High school, you was running out them track meets I was tryna catch a nigga in them back streets Big-ass blower on the hip, ain't no packed meat, nigga