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Yeah, yeah
250k
It's the pup, ma
Active member of the honorable and respected rich gang
Wup, wup

Hey, beatboy
Learned and noted, watch which angel you pray to
I came to kill for fun, fame doesn’t interest me
Next time you aim, don’t shake and go for the head
You like to roll with a gun, I got one of those too
The size of the caliber matches the size of your fears (yeah)
For aiming at my crew, I wanna cut off your fingers (eh)
You’re all sweet bread, pure fucking candy (what? Ha)
You act tough but only shoot at the sky (wu)
Quick, get the camera to play humble
If it ain't from the heart, dumbass, it’s worthless (no)
Rap is pure competition, I came to make it balanced (free)
Your rap is just confetti, your lyrics are in kindergarten
You got scared solo, only your piece gets you going (woah)
From inhaling solvents, you’ve got two neurons left
You’re always crying, saying you’re so sad
Your money (is like your kid, you never saw it)

In your hood, they back you for the food you give away
Look at your fucking angel, how I cut off its wings
Co-co-como Zasko said, you deserve your ex
Put your mouth where I came a hundred times
Debts get paid, and they come with interest (yeah)
I wanna stomp your face, let’s see when you show up
Your label doesn’t see you, your progress isn’t showing (no)
I think they’ve got a pen that weighs more (uh-huh)
Come on, throw a prayer, give us a reason or motive (or something)
We already know the virgin and that everyone’s bald (nah)
Short or long, that seems like a joke to me
(See that Lefty rests in peace, looks like you didn’t learn)
Bringing the street to the music is like blowing out a candle
It’s like bringing a gun and pulling it out at school
I came to take off the mask, later they’ll thank me
Don’t confuse humility with ignorance

Yeah, sincerely the institution
15 years in the game
I was rapping before you liked the thinner
Says I’m jealous, I asked the banker
And he said you had more views, but I got more cash
Get off that act of being a thug
Remember you’re a singer or a comedian, walking meme

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
I only get inspired seeing hands in the air
We supported you, bastard, when you were nobody
I’m my own lawyer, my cash, and my blood
A shoutout from the gang, fuck you
I only get inspired seeing hands in the air
We supported you, bastard, when you were nobody
I’m my own lawyer, my cash, and my blood
A shoutout from the gang, fuck you
What the hell am I gonna be jealous of you for?
This life-
You wanna talk to me about the streets
I don’t know, little one
The law doesn’t apply to me, I’ve always lived outside
I give and take life for the flag
Wuh, wuh
(DJ Lico, ma)