Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,
Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Watch as i turn up the heater/
Baby, you know who you are
Turn down...as i switch up the flow,
Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,
Ugh fuck turn up the heat,
The revolution will proceed
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though
People love hodgy i hate you though
Turn the bling up like imma pharoah
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
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