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What's it like, eh? Uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh. Uh, uh, gunner. Uh. Uh. Uh. Ayo, what up, what up? It's my turn. My bars are like bullets, burst your ears, give You sideburns. The one young gunner, spit fire, Make the mic burn. Foreign property, get the cold Money, that's how I earn. All my brothers ride, gully side, don't ask my Firm. You talking about slugs? Hit you up with nine ones. Shoot first, do not do dirt, so I don't Mind jones. School of hard knocks, you wasn't taught The lessons I learned. Move the hard rock, I got the snort for The clients. Gassed up, call my brats up, Get you mashed up. Time to eat food, I got my bangers and my mash tuck. What you know about mob style? Feather hats and black tarp. Take a risk. If he ain't at home, we Gon' wait in lists. Before I wade the fifth, Take me to the paper bin. Don't make me flip, shake the crib down, we Even raid the fridge. I go hard. You would think I'm paid for this, but I Need a major flip, same reason I can't cater This. So I'm on the road, moving swiftly between J's and P's. Yams will cut your hands off Just to take your Jacob's wrist. Watch, watch, see how I make them flip. See I was made for this. I already clocked it, now tell me whose game Is this? Pussies thought they roll us in, then Ask me what time it is. I forgot what line it is. Back to that grimy shit, slimy kids. Broad day, still we gon' find the crib. One T9, couple macabrams inside the whip. Slide in the clip, roll up the cess, then I light my spliff. Wrist the tool, don't ask Me shit, I'm squeezing just for principle. If I miss and niggas come back, it ain't A thing at all. Grab the four long by The horns and I bring the bull. Death long, never walk alone, just like Liverpool. Dredge man, don, you can drown in your own Swimming pool. I don't grin at all. Saddam of the subliminals. Uh, uh. Like a million, like million, like million, Like million.