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Damn, I pray
I don't fall in the deep end
I know so many niggas
That's holding it down
I just all my brothers are eating
Time to win I got tired of grieving
How I got it you wouldn't believe it
No more talking
This is more than a feeling
Make a bag and I gotta repeat it
How I knock out
These man I been sober
Ultra instinct locked
In like I'm king cobra
You married to the game
While I bend it over
Yea, my pockets hitting the gym
Caught him lacking
That's an easy kill
Running it up
From the back to the front
And I'm packing it up
Like I'm paying the bill
(Yeah that's a high elo)
Be my stitch
And I'll be your own lilo
And this mag
It got a hunnid rounds
I'm lighting em up
I forgot how to reload
And my pockets weigh
More than a kilo
And I got tired of tryna be the hero
And built this shit up just from zero
Yeah we holding it down from the tip
And my brother
Go move like a pimp
And I got this shit down
From the ground I got me
A sample I knew how to flip
Yea, my pockets hitting the gym
Caught him lacking
That's an easy kill
Running it up
From the back to the front
And I'm packing it up
Like I'm paying the bill