(Uh, huh)
Gotta mix the coke, that's a fact
Bags of bullets, broken dreams
You in the scope
Etch-a-Sketch
I had to pull it
Poetry
You know it's me
Fast to slow
From half to old
I crack the code
I master flows
I master floor
These rappers know
Yo
I'm insane in the membrane
Let's be real, you get sent dawg
I could just kill a man like be real, incent dawg
Shallow graves, deep pockets
Eyes peeled, streets watching
Crazy, you could feed the wolves
Trust me, they gon' keep plottin'
On essays, I O.D
For the death state, they know me
(Ay, ya)
What I say no G's
(Ay, ya)
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