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Whippin' that pot like a chef with a dream, Grew up on pain, now I flex for the team. AK tucked in the passenger seat, Tryna slide through? Better fasten your seat. Came from the gutter, the bottom, the pit, Where the fiends hit the glass and the youngins got grit. Shooters on deck, they don't talk, they just blitz, Mask on face, they ain't takin' no pics. Chain heavy like the weight on my name, Never played ball, but I stayed in the game. War scars deep, can’t cover with fame, I bleed concrete, we ain't built the same I came up where the block get cold, Whip game tight, turn rock to gold. Still ten toes when the drama unfold, Never bend, never break, I stick to the code. Got it out the mud, now the wrist on froze, Hundred-round drum if a opp get bold. Trap stay jumpin’, money don't fold, I'm a street king, that's all I know. Never needed favors, I stood on mine, Kept that iron where the sun don’t shine. Posted on the corner with a heart full of rage, Whole life felt like a bird in a cage. Now I’m flyin’ with the eagles, view from the top, But I still send a signal and the hood get hot. Never forget when my stomach would growl, Now it’s steak with the shrimp, pour the Henny and smile. All black whip with the tint real dark, Ride through the city like a wolf in the park. Catch me in the trap, where the real ones eat, Turn a ounce to a brick, now I’m playin’ for keeps. My name ring bells like the feds on the way, But I move like a ghost in the heat of the day. No love, no trust, that’s the code I wrote, And I still pray to God when I load that smoke.
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Whippin' that pot like a chef with a dream, Grew up on pain, now I flex for the team. AK tucked in the passenger seat, Tryna slide through? Better fasten your seat. Came from the gutter, the bottom, the pit, Where the fiends hit the glass and the youngins got grit. Shooters on deck, they don't talk, they just blitz, Mask on face, they ain't takin' no pics. Chain heavy like the weight on my name, Never played ball, but I stayed in the game. War scars deep, can’t cover with fame, I bleed concrete, we ain't built the same I came up where the block get cold, Whip game tight, turn rock to gold. Still ten toes when the drama unfold, Never bend, never break, I stick to the code. Got it out the mud, now the wrist on froze, Hundred-round drum if a opp get bold. Trap stay jumpin’, money don't fold, I'm a street king, that's all I know. Never needed favors, I stood on mine, Kept that iron where the sun don’t shine. Posted on the corner with a heart full of rage, Whole life felt like a bird in a cage. Now I’m flyin’ with the eagles, view from the top, But I still send a signal and the hood get hot. Never forget when my stomach would growl, Now it’s steak with the shrimp, pour the Henny and smile. All black whip with the tint real dark, Ride through the city like a wolf in the park. Catch me in the trap, where the real ones eat, Turn a ounce to a brick, now I’m playin’ for keeps. My name ring bells like the feds on the way, But I move like a ghost in the heat of the day. No love, no trust, that’s the code I wrote, And I still pray to God when I load that smoke.
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