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When you at the tip top (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flood the wrist with rocks, it don't even tick tock
Burn the tires off, there’s no need for pit stops (Swerve)
I feel so exhilarated hunnids in my hand (Racks)
I pray all my brothers get to reach the promised land (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not superstitious, know somebody has a plan (Me)