Miami nights, ain't another one
Whats up, my name is ryan,
Met my match/ chest is stabbed
I'll get to em when i land
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap
If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number
The next on my hunt.my knowledge is polished in rhyming i abolish,your just another
The next thing you gon have on your chest is a bouquet
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
I have so much weight on my chest
Uptown, moco, prince george, represent
Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense
Getting this off my chest i guess need i to say whats real (x2)
Next big thing to be on whats hot, your not.
I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop
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