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Demons in me, voices in my head just like Randy Orton

I roll with them smackers, we get active just like Rick and Morty

Wanna have my baby, girl you crazy, pay for that abortion

Triple cross, go against the gang then it's straight extortion

I'm the quarterback cause I'm the one who put the play in motion

Choppa beat box, SpotEmGottem, I'ma close his curtain

Remember I was broke now I'm in my bag like a Birkin

Your face card dirty, mine shit cleaner than some dish detergent

Screaming "f**k the opps", shout out my block we tighter than some virgins

He a double felon back on the 'Gram, boy we know you working

I hear one more diss about Lil Bibby then we f**g purging

My favorite opp in jail, I'm mad he had to hang up his jersey

Stolo car riding, b**h we sliding, back to back again

And if I shoot my Glock then K4 gon' shot that F&N

CoJack that's my cousin, Stonyhearted that's my f**g twin

Ain't nobody perfect on this earth, we was born to sin

Hit they block let's spin a benz, f**k it bro, let's spin again

50 Cent, got many men coming to my city checking in

Last n**a dissed on the 6 we had did him in

He jumped in the water with my sharks but he couldn't swim

B**h I'm clean as f**k from my tape up to my pinky toe

Opp h**s love us why you think we always got the lo'?

Knock em down back to back to back like three times in a row

Jit, look at the sco, it's like six to our thirty-four

I'm callin' all the plays, watch the cameras feds did a raid

I'm cut just like a spade, like a blade, so stay out my way

You can die today if your stupid ass diss on Trey 8

Niggas acting fake in my face, tryna hit my J

B**h let's get it rocking, let get it popping on my side of town

Young jock it's going down, just like It you a f**g clown

He jumped off in that water, Will startled and he f**g drowned

My shooters just like rumors, just like Ubers cause they get around

Lullaby, we laid him down, King 6, give me my crown

I heard that boy got kidnapped, we call that one opp, "lost and found"

You know what the 6 about, doin' fraud just got a route

Got the drop, we stakin' out, sent 50 shots all in hie house

I feel this pressure, I press the issue, we poppin' shit like acne pimples

My heart cold like it's December, in DurkWorld with my real members

In VanteLand they real hitters, you a b**h, you a real jizzle

6, I'm a certified hitter, we beat blocks like instruments

Like Pennywise, you a f**' clown,wy Rolex shit, bust down

Opp's block on shut down,why everybody on hush now?

Why everybody so quiet now, why yo' whole family cryin' now?

In beef, it ain't never over but sometimes it be dyin' down

Funeral houses and court days, bro finna beat the court case

Ridin' round with a AK, heart broke 'bout Kendre

Police killed my son-son, I heard you out on a bus bond

Dracos, got ARs, got Glocks, boy, we got guns, guns

Boy, you ain't gon' stretch shit, niggas know we reckless

Snatch a rap n**a's necklace, like the FCAT, we test shit

N**a, you don't wanna beef with us, f**k n**a, you ain't street as us

Back in the day, you was a lame n**a, you was scared to hang on the back of the bus

Aaron died, my heart crushed, book 6, we turnin' up

Book a opp and we shot it up, n**a, we got our bodies up

I get green, 2015, boy, the whole gang we was Mollied up

Boy, you better not start with us, you ain't even got heart like us

VVS buss, Glock on tuck, I just called the play, down, set, hut

I can't wife no rabbit, that lil' hoe a mutt, I'm KD in the clutch, you [?]on that dust

I'm Trey D with this choppa, You junior, I'm your father

My dreads hangin' like Rasta, I'm cut just like a barber

You on the bench, I'm a starter, you grind so I grind harder

You caught a faceshot, damn, you won't see no doctor

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