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A big pharma- Ah yeah, nigga, what the fuck y'all motherfuckin' Playin'? All y'all lame-ass niggas, Lame-ass bitches, gon' get y'all ass stuck up if Y'all fuck with a real nigga, know what I'm Sayin'? I can't do this shit like this, my Nigga. All y'all rich-ass niggas, 'cause a broke Motherfucker don't take that he breathe, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah. Big pharma came from outer space. Invented Ben Franklin's time machine Hangin' by the Bushes on the trenches, they don't see I zoom Around Find my bitch with this nigga in a Lipstick Money don't know, won't know till death do Get rich Get your ass out the fuckin' car Before I shoot a bitch Then I call the Girl, crystal ball me till the trick-or-treat Stuff Up my whole coupe just to make that shit Look real clean Then I jump in this coupe, Drop down my music Then I creep my hoe, Make a phone plan Then I take her in A whole room Deep in the woods, bustin' open Trucks, empty my drum I pop a skunk, make It empty, leave the smoke alone Everybody for Themselves, ain't searchin' Please, they can all Talk, couple faces if they get me Look at That nigga, I'm trippin', I'm rackin' that pack Then I geek in a mansion Flippin' my mask and I'm pocketin' 'em 'Cause the police are droppin' the Trash can In the middle, can't be different, Nigga, it's a creep Real shit, Cool, I pick on my phone and listen deep Promise this motherfucker Ghostface Killah made this hit