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(Trauma Tone) (And Keynote he, he magical on this shit) Laying and planning Slicker than dragon's hair On my way if there's money there Momma pray for me, they ain't playing fair There's people under the stairs Them niggas will eat you, hell yeah Watch it dog, lock your cars Stay alert, the devil don't miss a day of work Bitch want to leave me But she's trying to save some money up first I ain't slow, I'm just fast and not care no more Socks high as me, stockpiling weed Plot silently, strike violently That's just me Eastside Chevys on switchеs, bitch we smoking weed in it Don't post me in your pictures If you can keep a sеcret we can always Rule number one don't talk about me From Letras Mania