They see the cars and the cribs, and I see their face, and they in denial I know that look when I see it, wish they could be us, they get suicidal Bringing that ghost to the hood might pitch up a tint like it´s a revival
They know when they step in the north the shit can get thick this shit can get tribal
Get out the way Get out the way Get out the way Get out the way
High as bitch when im whipping, im cutting em off they say I got road rage So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like it´s a homepage I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in her stone age Balenci took over the closet other designers, I´ll have to donate I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain
All of my shooters, they could never lack, that´s why they do X or cocaine Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt, you know it´s the same thing No, I can´t tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it´s a Plain Jane
Tick, tick, tock Tick, tick, tock
59 put the world on notice Too paid like the whole world owed us Too up like who the fuck woke us It´s a shake down now when we show up
Get out the way Get out, get out Get out the way
Get out, get out Get out the way Get out, get out Get out the way Get out the way, I´m tripped out Get out the way, I´m- Get out the way, I´m tripped out Get out the way, I´m-
Get out the way, I´m tripped out Formaldehyde got me clicked out Demons they all in my head, controlling my hands that blick ima whip out Demons they all in my head, and they ain´t gone stop until I go crash out I´m jumping out of the gym, my arm in the rim, and pulling the glass down Telling my bitch, fuck out my face, too high to be pulling my mask down
Too many Xans, I need me an Addy, feel like I´m bout to pass out I put my shooters on go, but yea they all know that I get the last shot Look at him go, he banging his chest, but yea we all know he a mascot Tired of telling this bitch I´m fucked in the head I´m never gone snap out
Call up the hearse, call up the hearse Yeah, somebody call up the hearse Somebody bring me a coffin Digging graves up in the woods My bitch is thinking I lost it All of my fam they dead All of my gang is zombies I been making too much bread I could never be a commie
10 thots in a suite 10 Glocks in the lobby Cross tatted on my neck Tell the devil get behind me
Get out the way Get out the way Get out, get out Get out the way Get out, get out Get out the way
High as bitch when I´m whipping, I´m cutting em off they say I got road rage So many plaques in the crib, my face is all over like it´s a homepage I put them rocks on her body, now she like Wilma, she in her stone age
Balenci took over the closet other designers, I´ll have to donate I done lost count of the Oxys, all I can tell you is that I got no pain All of my shooters, they could never lack, that´s why they do X or Cocaine Propane up in my truck and up in my blunt, you know it´s the same thing No, I can´t tell you the time, but what I can tell you is that it´s a Plain Jane
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