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Reputation like Saddam, bet that I'm complex Get in your head like the Quran Bitch on my arm, next to perfect Want it all, what you did to deserve it Thought you was deep but ain't scratching the surface Gun clip look like a broken rib Show respect when talking to the kid Anything other and we removing lips Moving mid back before you ever had a blunt tuck Say I'm breath taking like a gut punch Here to show you who's who and what's what I put my bet in and I doubled that Double back like a nigga forgot something Not fronting, back up my team We had the block jumping Turned a seven into a half before I copped onions True still, before crack, I was moving them blue pills Had ya bitches rolling off Red Dragons like Drew Hill Who you thought, the walking corpse up in that Lauren Sport I seen a opp, and had the strap, so you was sure we fought Bosses taught me better I'm down to cause a Holocaust if it's involving cheddar I heard you said you riding, pussy, hurry up and get in Yeah, I'm just waiting for these drugs to set in So you can take a ride with me Ask my bitch would she die with me Letras de cancionesYou know, thought provoking, always smoking Outspoken, young and fucking bugging Jump him 'til he turn to pumpkin Never bluffing, I'm the best and their ain't no discussion Motherfucker, it's Dolla [Hook: J.I.D] I've been sittin' on my hands Havin' the world at my feet -unknown- Saddle my steed like it's 1873 But I got a weapon with me And I'm ready to eat Metal to meat to settle the beef You got a vendetta with me? Niggas get dragged like Edelman in a Cover 3 I'm on your bitch ass Beretta hit him, he fell asleep You such a sick ass I did it nigga, you tellin' me Intelligently though So for the bills we might Better check your bro We in a field if I recollect Correct, with hella debt and neck to neck Better yet, get a Tec for disrespect Ready set go, steady and slow, let it explode Eyes on the road They lookin for niggas like me and you They scared of the future scared of what we could do I jumped off the stoop at 4' 2" Shit I jumped off the roof with those dudes Mama asked "If they did it what you gon' do?" Drop with a parachute Gotta get the guap keep the pots full of callaloo I'm gon' shine but what's lights to a caribou Got my nine while your niggas been backstabbing you I'mma skedaddle watch your life crackle You a chip in the gravel I done added up every atom and assessed the compatibles Manifested the antidote And the flow that can catapult me up of Atlanta Po' a fo' in my fanta, please excuse my manners Crack a smile for the camera, tie my bandana up Swag my stance a little, sag my pants a little Just take a trip to my city it's a landfill And even on camera you can get hit with the handheld Dropped at a standstill Left that man ill [Hook: J.I.D] From Letras Mania