Ill run in yo house and let the smoke fire
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
You trying real hard to appeal to someone
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
And the snow is the the only thing keeping me on the run
We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen
You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run
Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,
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