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Whip flies through the city tunnels

On a backseat with Chinese noodles

Know my way, I don't need no Google (Google)

NFT jewel (this goes hard)

I don't need to look smart or brutal

Just like I don't need no approval, true though, true though

Ready to s**t on subconscious

Came on own gas, no advances (now we got copyright)

Now we got copyrights, lawyers and margins

Employees and many options

Took a technique with momma milk, not through one hundred bill (mm-mm)

There's no economy

This award got no f*****g nominees

None of my homies are looking for harmony

They tryna pull us on politic

We trying to fight with monopoly by monopoly

Not tired to smoking this broccoli

But probably tired of looking for some new philosophy

And numbers, this is what I believe always (always)

None of these bitches been hopeful, me even more so

Now even not Coco, taking them nose off

They crossed the line, and now they all crossed off

Bridges is burned, but we also made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke, smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (yeah)

Made 'em high with that smoke (yeah)

Made 'em high

Kept it to gangster to fall off the throne

These niggas don't know what it took me (took me a lot)

To get where I'm at, I made songs about the trap

Just to get these promoters to book me (book me)

Made another 250 this month

And these hoes know my body

So that's for these niggas (bitch-ass niggas)

She put 89 in that little baby blue Benz

That hoe told me gas too expensive (I know)

And I'm in your city the middle of nowhere

Places I be, they tell me not to go there

Shopping in Saks, they think I got a show here (yeah)

I want to the airport this morning with no gear

I put this watch on you, probably feel cold air (whoo)

I said, "I like no hair" she said, "Don't you go there"

Niggas, bring up my name I don't care

I put the stick on, um, it won't be no fear

You talking jugling I'm one of the best

Grinding 'til one, we can summons what's left (my nigga)

I gave 'em Coco in front of my steps then

Iced out the logo in front of my chest

We talking numbers discussing a check

When you a hustler then what you expect?

You put that money up cover the bet

You f*****g with gang that's Russian Roulette (the butcher coming) n***a

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Made 'em high with that smoke

Made 'em high with that smoke (smoke)

Altro da Skryptonite/BENNY THE BUTCHER

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