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That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda to turn the product into rock
It's in my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I'm nutty with the bars that's a payday
So bruh, this ain't even a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay, my goon hungry, his eyes is red
But he clumsy, go whoops upside your head

We had dro' and po', suckas
Range Rovers flood up the rucka
Me and thousand chains on, I got put up on
Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
Smile like Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and up one note the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It's numb meets copper rum, bluntin' off the get back
Salute me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient
They want to spray shit
Get elephant blown for stalking race shit
Jammies carry nitrogen, light up a section
Like I'm on Vicodin
F*ck with the righteous men, and we fightinen'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the rebels is here
Metals and gear, gettin' fried off of medical, that's incredible
The fliest, the most notorious why it's happen those liars
Off niggas heads like papayas

Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women injections, leave em with odd bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home trainin'
I show you the ropes, I'm narrating Al Haymon
I told lighty, if I hate him, I'mma violate him
I'm not a shooter, but I know shooters
And if them shooters don't shoot up
I'll go suit up, Redman and the W
It's televised
We ain't them niggas
Media telling hella lies (f*ck you)
This a campfire of a vampire
I don't sleep, but
Through the amplifier
And every nigga got something to say
I'm like, yeah okay, y'all corny anyway
Doc

People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)

My team hard, makin' 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up
Then you see at a theme park
My queen hot, makin' the scene pop
Routine op, online gangstas
I'm givin' them screenshots
Hard written lyrics to God, right?
What's the tale, sick as Hell
Christian Bale from the Dark Knight
On sight, foggin' your fog lights
Your dog's like Swayze at the Road house
Down for the bar fight
Like this like a IG pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets lit
Shining star, find another you gon' find it hard
Certain death that could walk off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the odds
And the flow solitary just me behind the bars

Sparks up the bulletproof
Game face intensity
Inclined ingenuity
Tech criminology
Sharp mathematically
Certified recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have a listen y'all
Get money flippin' it, scriptin' it record it
Fans then applaud it, ship a hundred mill
They bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a overdose, cardiac
Allah spin the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract em, club pack em
They stiff cause the wisdom is swift when I'm attackin'

People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
(Oh baby)