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Every song is a homicide My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde Just let the album ride I'm back in the zone, it’s 2009 You on the browser lines I'm watching you niggas with Malcolm eyes Death from a thousand lines Accurate, don't need a vouch for mine This little culture crime stick patch charging me alkaline Fuck up your mouth design Predator vision, a falcon flyin’ I'm coming out the climb Hakeem, Diesel, and Yao combined All of my outfits shine Heavy on rocks and platinum time clarity crystal clear That's how I know a picture near Been coolin', time to stir the pot Dapper Dane did the kitchеnware, now listen herе My motherfuckin' business I choose to disappear Ready, don't gotta get prepared This is my rags to riches year No more fakin' now, you normal facin' clown I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates And now you don’t wanna shake with the dog Need my paws on the spaceship now Gotta leave my mark on the town Letras de cancionesWhere they normalize heat and foul, uh .44 out the truck (Truck) ’Cause round here they don't give a fuck (Yeah) I’m all about a buck (Buck) I think it's time we live it up You shit fresh out of luck New in Ferragamo buckled up The coppers wanna cuff us But we got lawyers to rough 'em up Strapped to the teeth a fact that the trappers tap in with me I spent 2019 putting rappers back on their feet A stack on the seat I made from pushing crack on the street But when I drop it's gon’ feel like LeBron back on the East And y'all suckers be playin', inside the whip is butter pecan Three boxes from loaf's, get rich again if one of these land OG with stripes like a bumblebee, I'm humbly sayin' I get your family kidnapped by waving one of these hands Yeah, uh huh, niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen Come through shootin' backwards Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazard Yeah, all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits And me and Blue don't get no passes 'til we see you in action That's how they take it, as soon as you make it It hurt 'em worse when you exceed expectations I'm hearing screams from the graveyard In my interviews, they tell me, "Explain more" It's simple, I took a risk and it paid off Griselda .44 out the truck (Truck) 'Cause round here they don't give a fuck I'm all about a buck (Buck) I think it's time we live it up You shit fresh out of luck New in Ferragamo buckled up The coppers wanna cuff us But we got lawyers to rough 'em up Uh, it ain't nothin' as infareds involved Stacked up against me, I severed odds You teachin' who 'bout what? Hang my pic up in your seminars Carry forever scars, fuck's winning like if you never lost? .357 laws, take a beard down like I'm letting them off Three to four advances get you all some dances I been a champ, it's just the more I do, the more semantics You hot shit on your campus, ain't no awkward answers Stay out of motions, deafen pussies like lupals and cancer Merchandise that burn up and CDs that trample on My flawless record made my ego big, need me a amazon A camera form, they showed my name too long Maybe the cam was wrong She outta line, you better check her, shit working the fan was warm 18 years old, I was golden brown with the tats covered Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket Stumbled on one of my demos, caught a relapse from it Born to rise my work 'til this day they made me immortalized .44 out the truck (Truck) 'Cause round here they don't give a fuck I'm all about a buck (Buck) I think it's time we live it up You shit fresh out of luck New in Ferragamo buckled up The coppers wanna cuff us But we got lawyers to rough 'em up From Letras Mania