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Squad made the beat. Go Grizz. Chyeah. Ayy. Ju Man. Uh, ayy. Blessings, Yaga forty-three, I just brushed a thirty-six. Four-four way for one K, young Ju Man, Yeah, he the shit. Flippin' brick, don't politic, Your main ho suck like a tick. Rollie winds, it never tick, I'm the first-round Draft pick. Skrrt, skrrt in the pot, Call me Mr. Trap-a-lot. Now I'm in the studio right beside of Julio. Plug hit my line, now young Ju Man speak Espanol. Playin' with the keys, But I don't own no piano though. Yellow-colored diamonds on me lookin' like a banana Though. Ju Man in the kitchen like a chemist With the antidote. New 2025 and Ju Man ain't Even gotta know. White T-shirt, The same color as some Dove soap. Well, damn. Juice Man. Gucci. Ju Man, J. K. The Pilot. my From a long time trap, The plug, what? Jamaican hit my line and he talkin' 'bout, "Where the bloodclaat?" Heard forty-eight, They say Gucci killed the parkin' lot. Buddy told his partner, "On your head, I see A red dot." One second later, blood leakin' out That red spot. Think I'm a magician by the Way I make work disappear. Summer goin' all silk, winter goin' cashmere. Playin' with them keys again, they call me the Locksmith. Gucci cannot stop suckin', Shawty got them lock lips. You ain't really no trap nigga if Gucci ain't In your top fifth. I just fucked the plug wife, now the plug Pop pills. Bank account do front flips, Rims doin' cartwheels. I live like a lil' kid, garage full of Hot Wheels. This is my reality, I wake up to real meals. Shawty got a cold, stand next and feel a Real chill. Gucci Man still hard to kill, Fuck how these bitch niggas feel. A hundred mil' left in my will, me and My bitch like a fillin' ville. Yeah, yeah, Real trap shit, real legend. Tell somethin', somethin' better shit. Yeah, yeah, yeah. 100, one seventy, three two. Is it, is hard, is it hard to be Fresh if you don't have money or can you Still pull it off? When I ain't have no Money, I still had sauce. Mm-hmm. If you don't got no sauce, then you're, You're lost. Mm-hmm. But you can also get lost In the sauce. You can get lo--how you Get lost in the sauce? A bitch, man, a bitch gon' get lost in The sauce, man. Mm-hmm. You know what I'm sayin'? I know what you're Sayin', man. I'm the man, I'm sprinklin' the salt, Droppin' sauce everywhere she eat, man. Right, right, right. You know sayin'?