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I’m at my point, well in my zone,

The money calling, it’s on my phone.

My girl on the other line, mad I ain’t home,

We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.


These rims, I don’t like, these things ain’t my type,

They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.

They tryin’ to steal my moves, they tryin’ to down my crew,

But watch me, I can go anything but loose.


Ok, while pear pushing these white kids I stand tall in my Nike’s

And I’m passing house sick, heavy shit, no life’s muse

Carpet burn her right knee, it’s scarred up this life thing

Two commons would excite me, common niggers don’t like me,

I’m better high, my pimp right, guess you call that dry-clean

Say you’re in the lime light, guess my shit don’t hide bean.

I’m killing everything, when I leave, this a CSI scene,

You think my limbs is reboost, whether it be is I seen

Been tricked on, been licked on, by bitches while they kicked some,

She got her clothes turned on, my fuck you good is turned on,

I play like this my last night, add medicine’s square guard on,

Bar hard, you see right, they contradict what you heard wrong.

So where my scholars at? Time to get this nurse gone,

Heard these niggers won’t be for eight one my certain one

Line ‘em up, I’m slaughterin’, my money valid, all rhythmic,

Said you’ve seen it all before, you ain’t even seen it all, but three.


I’m at my point, well in my zone,

The money calling, it’s on my phone.

My girl on the other line, mad I ain’t home,

We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.


These rims, I don’t like, these things ain’t my type,

They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.

They tryin’ to steal my moves, they tryin’ to down my crew,

But watch me, I can go anything but loose.


Mister walstreet, that’s me, with your daughter beat, that’s me,

She had told her friends I’m going in and they begging me to come see

I told daddy girl that’s cool, ship the words and come too

But before you wait, shall dancing, tell your girl to tell you my rules.

Leave your shoes at the door, close at the door,

Phones on the table, put your knees on the floor,

I’m the captain of the ship, I’m trying that with you on board,

Do ‘em like the way I’m cruising, stay your ass at the shore,

Or go and drop it low, say no problem she would go,

But before she bust it up she just wanna see some dope.

See how much I’ve got it, though, say ain’t enough and I get some more,

What you grabbin’ on me for? What you want is on the floor,

Imma end this cryin’ nigger, money bought in the sinner,

Got my black eye in the window, I’m a jew, I like the symbol,

Hold money for the snow, got it freezin’ in this bitch,

You know me, I’m a pro, I’ll be skiing through that shit.


I’m at my point, well in my zone,

The money calling, it’s on my phone.

My girl on the other line, mad I ain’t home,

We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.


These rims, I don’t like, these things ain’t my type,

They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.

They tryin’ to steal my moves, they tryin’ to down my crew,

But watch me, I can go anything but loose.


Loose is one thing that I can’t do, fuckin’ thankful,

I’m trying to real this music hustle, fuckin’ bamboos.

It’s short feus for impostors,

Careful provide a medium for watchers, basic you, that’s not us.

Niggers acting like they have, want it, fuck it, I pay cash,

Think imma let you play me, you beggin’, you better break fast.

I put these things in your ass, put it through hokey, Chicago,

Leave me, don’t slap, if you’re sampling, nigger, drop me, listen.

The difference between this big dog and this sniffs-sews,

This pup’s just tryin’ to rap, I’m spinning and it hits, too.

Check out the wind, I’ll be riding the verse,

To drop all these turds and have these niggers chocking on my words.

I’m fuckin’ performin the hymn, it ain’t a track, I was on

To have a watch on, ‘cause all my verses are timeless,

SSD for life written deavon around the time I was seven

The only time I was cooler being the second, nigger.


I’m at my point, well in my zone,

The money calling, it’s on my phone.

My girl on the other line, mad I ain’t home,

We in this bitch to burn in down, turn your sirens on.


These rims, I don’t like, these things ain’t my type,

They know me in my city, I have a thing on my light.

They tryin’ to steal my moves, they tryin’ to down my crew,

But watch me, I can go anything but loose. 

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