It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,
New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit
Bruno mars my favorite planet
My outfits come from mars
Watching for hollow-tip shots
You cant even handle 2 bars
Heard the sound of several gun shots
His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Sb nike's, with the grey box
And your readin my bars
Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks
Ex-convict but still behind them bars
Dont attack me with your flopping bars,
Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve
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