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Yo, What's going on, Teff? Right now, it's Belvedaire Music. All them niggas chatting shit. You know what I say, Teff, Fuck them niggas. Don't know what the fuck they talking about. Fucking stupid. Ten, We're just playing with them, We're going over their heads. Six, four, three. Uh-huh, need to catch up. Two, one, Right now, it's Belvedaire Music. Check the production. Let's roll. Look, I have the block, So the streets is my heartbeat. Hey. I can't sleep, I was thinking 'bout the Last beef. This the lifestyles of the gangsters and The glamorous. Blunts in the ashtray, We chilling in the car seat. But now I'm feeling so fly like a G6. Still a gladiator, all my donnies know I'll be Here. Just like MJ, I came up doing new Things. Young fly boy, and that's word to my Shoestrings. Niggas talk gassed up, But they don't ever shoot things. We catch 'em in the b-b-broad day, Plus we got new things. Broad Like, tell them donnies to just get at Me. And fuck an introduction, you already know I'm Scatting. Hey. Pass the meat cleaver, I'ma make a beef patty. Patty. Now tell me have you seen her, yeah, My honey with the batty. Now tell have you seen Sitting on a tree, Yeah, I'm smoking on a fatty. They wanna see me down, don't wanna see a Brother happy. That's why I swag splash when I Get the chance to. Been moving food fast, I tell you 'bout fast Food. Looking for my white chick, And she got class too. Nigga, this is Class G, you niggas in class U. Like, I thought I told you that we Get it. You see the shit around us, We ain't purchase it on credit. And when we're doing what we're doing, they can't Do it like we do it, so when they Try, it's so pathetic. Trash, making drugs backflip. Straight off the bat-ish, every time a pack lift. M-O to the B, I'm on that packish. I'm get a hard-on every time I see the Stack flip. Oh. I told you what I do, I'm OT, yeah, you heard the theme. Kill 'em with that killer crack, that ish hurt The fiends. See now we in the game, We tryna murk the scene. You might not watch my videos, but I'll be Right there in your dreams. Motion picture music, can't you tell that I'll be Legend? Can't tell? Still defend my hood, So I'll be right here with my weapon. You said you had five on it, I came Around with seven. What's 15 minutes of fame when really I just Need a second? Mummy never found me home, There was dust upon my bed. I ride out with my youngers, you just tell Them, "Pop the lead." I can't be a role Model, nah, go chop off a Z. Z. Come, ice down the move, or come, We rack up a fed. 21 Gun Salute for homies that are dead. La-la-la-la-la. And nothing but corn for anybody who Fled. They wanna be thugs, only real will follow The pledge, like. Stay broke, where they do that at? Rather shoot the Colt, move coke, Or get a movie wrap. Goals ain't Rolex, diamonds, bro. What the hell you do to that? Split a nine in four with my donny, We were smiling, yo. What say, yo? I used to hit the kitchen Lights from a long time ago. Hey. Rude boy, getting money is tradition. We going on the roads 'cause survival is the Mission. Hustlers don't die, nah, We just hiding in the kitchen. We can't relate to youts who got it good And still be bitching, like. We got them skengs on the low, we can Bang it out 'til the end of the road. Niggas come around and we send 'em below. They sound like me, I never lent 'em my Flow. They say I'm over the head, I sell a bit of bowl for the loaf Of the bread. I'm a rude boy, I never Told to the feds. Now we are the streets 'cause the olders are dead. Fuck them olders, man never had no olders on The ends, you feel me, Teff? Obviously, Show them niggas what it's all about. What we're fucking really doing on these fucking Streets and shit. You what I'm saying, though? This is a little Free ting before GMT2. Just giving them a little taste of what's really About to go down, innit? So you niggas need to be prepared