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[Verse 1: Kidd
How many licks do a nigga gotta hit to come up on a brick
Like Craig hit Deebo
Take team work to ball man, someone set the
I around shootin' like swish, quote this
If I can't make nothin', I'm take somethin'
Feds comin', one of y'all niggas said somethin'
as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin'
Rap don't pay the then I'm gon' stay hustlin'
6 million ways to die, one
A lot of afraid to die, you won
You got all them guns inside, one
As the last nigga fall for life, who won?

[Verse 2: Banks]
Yo fuck interview
That lil buzz you got is
I knock your pride out, I'm down still, too lyrical
You photobombin', timin', don't know nobody
Hard to up with kings, I show a body
How it's guided a shattered stage
Bout to me a money barricade
Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie that Paris made
My jewelry ain't the average
in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, hold up have to pay
Shotty rip your leg
Sumo I flat the track
I'm comin' back to stack
Vroomin' somethin' on black
Room to let my Mac
Vroomin' out my
Zoomin' in my
Two's in my
Comments of nonsense
But them don't want the consequence
Bruisin' my crimes commence
trips in my defense
Sharp as the that I use to rip your confidence
Your losin' is
[Verse 4: Yayo]
Fuck your host, fuck your rap blog
Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body
Fuck the industry man the streets remember me
As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I a G
Pull up and these haters finicky
Music loud, rollin' loud, can hardly see
Splendid, extravagant
I guess that's why these niggas hatin'
Got the persona of lords
Versace slippers, Versace
Hit Rio in
My life
I got a lot of
I'm on Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks + Yayo]
I'm supposed to chill? Man is real
That was my only out here in the field
The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw
The people tryna make it out on four wheels
I ain't got no bail, is really real
Now it's on one cot in the jail
Prosecutor tryna a nigga for a cell
Talkin' football numbers man, shit is real