How i feel granted? that 36 thousand i heard they were doubting a n#gg# power
Flip my finger off get em a little sour
And my pinnacle pen at the peak of the top
Identical figures, my n#gg# just stop
Belittle they image they shrivel and pop
Want a swivel? my heads turning legs burning
I was running sprinters to get to this spot
Oh no baby
This is not that old lil sweet speakin peace keepin boy from suburbia
I’ve been employed to destroy ya and murder ya
Murking the servents, service serving a greater purpose
I’ve perfected the verses, i’ve set up hearses
I’ve done f#cked up the curses and came out there only alive
If i got a problem my homies gon ride for me
If i had some bills and i needed some bread, i know homies i know would just slide for me
If i was quite ill and i needed some pills, i know homies i know would supply for me
If i had to kill and i need alibi, i know homies i know would just lie for me
Ayo chill my n#gg#
You really pushing it, for real
How i feel granted? that 36 thousand i heard they were doubting a n#gg# power
Flip my finger off get em a little sour
And my pinnacle pen at the peak of the top
Identical figures, my n#gg# just stop
Belittle they image they shrivel and pop
Want a swivel? my heads turning legs burning
I was running sprinters to get to this spot
How i feel granted? that 36 thousand i heard they were doubting a n#gg# power
Flip my finger off get em a little sour
And my pinnacle pen at the peak of the top
Identical figures, my n#gg# just stop
Belittle they image they shrivel and pop
Want a swivel? my heads turning legs burning
I was running sprinters to get to this spot
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