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Look [Verse:] This the art of leaving human beings ripped apart Spin the block he wasn't home, my bro walked up and hit his pops Like excuse me Mr. Pock, Mountain Dew twist his top I was picking stocks, Flex, all my whole wrist is rocks SK said don't forget your Glock You posting picks with 80000, homie, you a walking lick, just stop I said you right that's why my glitz is cocked Flipping flocks taking squares of French vanilla break it down in dipping dots This the realest how is it not ? My youngin shooter followed through He'll run up and bang it if he missed a shot Like this the spot, damn, maybe homie is a cop Maybe I should fall back, maybe once I'm rich I'll stop 'Till then the food could go I seen the mughals blow COVID messed the funeral only a few could go I looked into a pound of crystal meth like what's my future hold You still posting pictures of paper, I bet you used to blow That you used to spend shorty say the [food's a tan ??] My celly had the Welly Butyrans? and the deuce was in I made crash dummies out of you and all your useless Friends See eyes banging at the door we gotta move again Still maneuvering with the hooligans We want your food we already eight hours like two to ten Dude was banned he was telling us what he shoulda been Drugs, guns, I go go with them for real I'm with the Soldiers still I sip mimosa Try and get the bricks a little low a couple cities over O came home from prison tripping, O is flipping boulders Trying to turn 50 to 100 like I'm getting closer I told the plug like you know I'm going to pay you, bro, jus' send it over And he sends it just like a friend's supposed to Rest in peace Fred, Heaven chose you Before your time and the good die young I'm glad I got to know you 'Cause everything changed nothing seems real We got plenty of work but still need drills Once they on you, you got to keep still My man came home from prison grabbed a chopper said he Meek Mill's Couple bucks will pop you like a Xan You stuck tripping flipping with the same couple grand They got a nine to five and rap about selling yams I'm over here just folding bread up like it's Annie Anne's Don't get it twisted O a family man when 20 dudes are stomping on you That's the family plan Lll' bro put on his mask, he's on his jamming jam He came out holding some trash bags and he ran The rapping just didn't seem real getting work From South America with bugs inside the cell They say you gotta watch what you saying They know your raps is real Got it running ass jumping like I'm coaching track and field You win some, you lose, I know exactly how I feel I had no bread and no one follow me when I came out of jail And people looked at me they laughing when they found out I was rapping Now my DMs full of OT "I knew you'd make it happen" In the middle of the action breaking chickens into fractions Bro got 50 to 100 life sentence on the back end He keep calling from the jail they must have snuck another jack in They just found a thousand pounds from watching numbers on the tracking Trying to get my mind right paying for these motions and appeals Down in Florida so Berto gets his time right Bro, you coming home, that's on God when the time's right My man dropped a thousand grams went back nine bikes Now I'm supposed to chill but I'm supposed to eat, bro In prison joking with shooters like we lined up for free throws Said how I'm supposed to eat, bro? In prison joking with shooters like we lined up for (...) Look Big face bust it down used to take the bus to town Now I caught my own bricks, Blue Mac, we bust It down Once I go through something with something it's like I trust them now Once I go through something with sum' Look Ayo, it's hard to keep it gangsta and still be there for your kids When you fresh one on parole just home from doing the bid And the cutties keep calling and you gotta bust these licks But you can't leave so you just end up serving from your crib Two 215 renegade soup kitchen, cartel flippin' haze SK got different rentals for different days All my bros is bosses just in different ways But forget all that cool shit just don't fold bend or break 2020 was horrible hope it ends fast 'Cause they don't even drop the numbers for the ten packs You a warlord if you got more than ten straps I ride my man's plug, I only pay my friends back I seen the rats stumble the DSPs wouldn't count as bundles Rainbow hair don't help you in the jungle I'm the hardest in my lane got 'em wallow in the pain [Black bought a rat ??] that's a million dollars worth of game Trying to do these movies I was hollering at Slaine Free Miz, I watched my bro go from a Tahoe to a Range That's how I'm repping HOT 97, OT the real Funk Flex bombs It's 9.11