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I'm the nigga line the track, fuck your town, Do or that. Straight up out the cut where We so real, we said don't ever lack. Forty Glock be on the safe, and the years, Oh, got my back. Bizzo, Wizzo, whatever you is, Oh, if You ever miss track. Don't say it, no. Don't, First Class, Ooh, feel like it's a fight. Think I'm thuggin', but that bite, I'm bitin' pieces Of the mic. When I say your mama, Will you or gonna see again? Live the fresh, I'm like the heavens, call me My dearly friend. Don't, Don't don't it.