change lanes fresh line ur not my kind leave u blind bright i shine always fuc dimes they all mine listen it rhymes producer sign Plugsgotdopewalk you niggas pillowtalk 2022 climbn to the top rhyme untill the end of time 8 mile choke emeniem fuc what u wrote mgk killed it no cap h slap cause ur fake somethn like a snake in the grass wit ur old ass retire im on ur ass marshel rackn the grass this will be the last you want come back ur girl gots that her upper lip where i cumed at like 1970s im dope blowin the best blow never been a hoe defeat is all i know these streets i own im well known enemys i clown on like a dawg these bitches i bone smoken on clone medical i eat tryn od on thc on two feet 10 toes deep leave a hater no teeth asleep beat his head in the street no brains hes weak blood on scene soo-woop feds & fiens soo-woop blood gang fuc a crab let the guns bang red dot beamn errybody dead on site yellow tape toetagn sitn low n the coup feds got the scoup we on the court ball n hand swish shots like larry bird fuc 12 they done herd this 223 kills no cut on the weight pure bread cake feel ur plate grab a video camera 📸 hit tape mason jar whipn rock hardest on the block got that yellow drop should of never let me out behind thoes prison bars choices & mistakes white real as it gets no changes in my lane leave haters bloodstain solo not fake never starve move like a God on top make the devil drop its nothin cook a brick traps on lock one call gonna need a U-Haul with a chainsaw screamn fuc the law back against the wall i will never fall catch myself raw in ur bitch she admits it the hole teams done hit it no hope all growth watch ur mouth bodybags madeof cotton so u niggers feel at home white or black we bleed the same come from a seed death we will see let life be dont rush life stay true to the street stand tall on two feet plugsgotdopewalk will never fold soul will never be sold heart pure as gold make all hatters fold lames what they have becom no new friends grab a gun no safety full clip u dont wnna face me these streetsmade me real as it gets o.g quality boy u is a bitch done herd u snitched i leave rats dead in there bitch make sure they know there level body bagn cops hopen they all die money hungry money hungrey thrown money dollar bills dead presidents on me bless the strippers ass up face down money makes the world go around cops stay tryn figure out the game plan a bust. hushhhhhh hushhhh opps whole team money hungry head huntn never front loaded 223 hollow tips scope cross hairs between ur eyes 30 rnd clip one life hangn out the ruger All in ur dreams like Freddy Krueger body counts like mad max so many body bags & toe tags O.G status murder or love where aglove on my level haters clap clap motivate rhymes leave me wit fire lines always gots mine everytime ima be fine go by the first sign pronto solo pronto solo guns spittn hollows