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Ayo, check it Two of the best in the coast of the West (Know it) Talk down on my neph, you better hold your breath (Watch your mouth) Fancy footwork, I know the steps Flexin' calf muscles, show the strength, mullet to my shoulder length Stadium lights, cameras, and action, gave a sneak peek And faded into black and it was time for the main attraction (Fuckin' slippin' into darkness) Might need a mink made of chinchilla Even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla On God, Heaven, and every holy scripture (All of 'em) These are snapshots, I'm givin' you a focused picture (Look) I fixed the verse up, I'm a known fixture Pain and grief, that's a cold mixture I been through all the motions The people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with I had put my album out, niggas ain't even post it Guess they thought I ain't notice, yeah, that shit had me rollin' People you don't know show you more love than ones you do I think I'm the only one tellin' it when it come to the truth I make beats, still fuck 'em over, it come to the booth Love to Rodney B, four years old, I was learnin' from Troop Robertson Park, "Whatever It Takes" video shoot Showed me I was destined for this moment we headin' into Letras de cancionesUh, my fingers frozen, it's inside a cube I'm ridin' a wave, I'm currently inside a tube (Inside it, yeah) Find a trapdoor in a tractor, go inside the loop The plays fallin' in my lap, don't even gotta scoop (Huh) Varsity jackets with the letterman patches I bake muffins and I set 'em in batches (Nice) Everything geometric, I'm a Fendi sign (Chart) You a robot, you work on an assembly line (Come on, man) Twenty specialists to screw in a lightbulb (How many?) Might as well be at the circus usin' a tightrope I will project, there's no need to move the mic close Breakin' somethin' down while I'm leanin' up on a light post (Yeah) This make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle Go psycho, Alfred Hitchcock Big Hit got big blocks, this ain't for TikTok, this real life When real niggas make it big, yeah, that's what it feel like Niggas try to dim my future, nigga, but it's still bright We been makin' real films They just gettin' hip to the movement, but I been him They thought they was stabbin' on me, I had went and killed them Turnt the regular club into the strip club 'cause niggas got stripped Fuck participation, we in for the chip Sendin' out a much love to my most solid ones Touch down out the bing and my dog got a buzz Silence is power Sometimes you gotta keep shit between you and God Send a prayer for spots got raided by the SWAT This one is for project girls raised in Watts I fuck with 03, mafia business, mob like the Sopranos, peep the pianos Fades in the back of apartments, nigga, we ran those Life will put you on the spot, yeah, this shit is a test They asked me what I been doin', I been doin' my best Bitch-ass nigga, stop fuckin'— Yeah, yeah, come on From Letras Mania