Leave your running to your mamma,
Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre
Your gonna gratify
Never had a chance to try
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
Your just signing your death so mind your threats
My records sell, yes sir
Your on fire.. your on fire
Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts
The day has come, dipset remains the ones
I live my life in tha fast lane
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
When i get my hands on nines
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain
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