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Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-I'm looking for my Creator four, three, two, One. My darg say we gotta keep rolling. All the way to the top even if the Wrist on. Couple eight balls, it's like we all Going bowling. Blue still furry, But the corn form golden. First we go swarming when we brawling, How we brawling. Broad day, even morning, Ain't no warning when we warring. Call the coroner, they saying a caution when they Clean him off the floor from the corner where We cornered him. My young G's they beat the corn still. Corn on cornflake, popcorn, and little cornmeal. Known for G checks and kicking doors off hinges. Share a couple bullet wounds, they injured. I'm just protecting my line like inner. Hot chicks, high top kicks, what I'm into. Nice rice, nice base kicks, nice crib. Snapback fitted, semi autos let 'em rip. It's like a riot when I ride. The yutes are on a rage right now, this Is financial times. I put my bags up in my boxes, my Boxes in my bags. I'm fresh from the trap, so now I'm popping Off some tags. But now they talking plastic bullets, It's turning COD. But if you on the GMT, you need to Come see me. We bag it up in OT And spend it in the city. It's popping off in Torry, it's going down in Bricky. This ain't Snowman, but the real is back. This is Mental, Mr. Fresh from the trap. The line was popping off, so I was popping Tags. With my nigga Craig up in West with Some shopping bags. I ain't talking Sam Smith, but I'm involved in Strats. I'm running with some killers that do body Bags. My burners get pulled like dodgy cabs. Arch blade, I put the work in and get Them coppers mad. I'm on my GM, I'm over your head. Pull up on your block, full clip, and one In the head. If my freedom's on the line, I'll be at the Fed. I said I'll be at the Fed. It's like a riot when I ride. The yutes are on the gas right now, they're Bringing out their nines. I put my guns up from my waist and Clap it in your face. I'm tryna catch a body, a fucking murder case. It's like a riot when I ride. The yutes are on a rage right now, this Is financial times. I put my bags up in my boxes, my Boxes in my bags. I'm fresh from the trap, now I'm popping off Some tags. But now they talking plastic bullets, It's turning COD. But if you on the GMT, you need to Come see me. We bag it up in OT And spend it in the city. It's popping off in Torry, it's going down in Bricky. Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster And I'm Looking for my creator