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点击复制Hey I hate Kevin
Look yeah
How it feel to be mad
Be mad
N***as still gettin' treated
Treated
Like the bill on my tab
Smart
Got to chill wit'my dad
I'm chillin'
Had to build from the past
Yeah
No he ain't Cinderella
Had to heal from the glass
Yeah
Wait see the guap do da math
Math
See the socks through the Rafs
These Rafs
See the Glock do the dash
I don't brag I'm a beast
Beast
That's a path for the weak
Weak
Certain vows like burpin' childs
Boy I made a pat wit' my peeps
One pat
N***as grind got a fold in it so they really slack wit' a crease
Slack
I don't trap in the streets
Nah
I don't have too much beef
Nope
But like the pick wit' the fist on it man I gotta nap wit' a piece
You attacking my peeps
Nah
I ain't strapped wit the heat
Nah
Plot twist I'm the hot one
Man the heat strapped wit' a me
Wit' a me
A lot of chicks on the wood
Wood
I just laugh and retweet
Heh
If ya sis lookin' good
Guess what
You gon' have you a niece
Yeah
N***as wanna give advice
Nah
I ain't ask you to speak
Nah
Just relax I'm alright d**n
Matter fact man I'm quite grand
None of y'all could really see the lines
Let's just say I got a nice tan
It's nice
Everybody wanna act tuff
'Til they get into a tight jam
It's tight
Then they turn into spirit squad
Taking stands on right hands
Always focus man
The devil cutting me no slack
Slack
Tryna get it to the point
Money be in straps
Straps
I don't watch p**n
I just wanna see the stacks
Stacks
Never like see nothin' come between the racks
Racks
I gotta get it and dash
I gotta get it
I gotta get it and dash
I gotta get it
I gotta get it and dash
I gotta get it
I had to get in my bag
Bag
I had to get in my bag
Bag
I never did it to brag
I just deliver the gas
All that killing s**t been gettin' lame
All that get you is a fine grave
I ain't stuck up in them mental chains
N***as still thinking crime pays
Whole state wanna give me props
Some n***as wanna find shade
Freeway the only rap n***a that's allowed to talk to me sideways
Rap n***as wanna beef with me
In a way that got to do with bars
N***as claim they gone ruin ours
For the fame to be who they are
We could fight but it's for the blood
I don't play and I don't do the spar
Like it's Roscoe Dash cut
N***a this fade will turn to shooting stars
Everybody you can never please
Only goal is better lead
For some people man my life'll be the only bible that they ever read
Even Christ said
Chill Dae Dae you be going hard on all these rappers
Only reason He created y'all is cuz I told God I needed target practice
Young n***a that'll pay homage to the pioneers that got me spitting
Always gotta keep a attitude like I know I'm better than who I see winning
Said the game need a sloppy finish so I'm coming in it with a cocky image
If I ain't workin' to be better than the Almighty Jay n***a YBN it
Yeah yeah
I gotta get it and dash
Dash
I gotta get it and dash
Dash
I gotta get it and dash
Dash
I had to get in my bag
Bag
I had to get in my bag
Bag
I never did it to brag
I just deliver the gas
Yeah