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Uh-huh. Uh, uh. Mad ting, trust me. Listen. Like, big bread, gimme hard though. I got punch lines and kicks for you assholes. Veteran on the pitch, I'm Rivardo. Little weapon on the hip, clip large though. You see my entourage and my cargo. Uh. Gangsta for life, bravado. COD, cash on demand, no half though. Yeah. Big bread, gimme hard though. Big finisher. Bringing out the Dillinger. Bringing out the ringer, more than Lingard, I Finished though. I really like God forgive me for My sins because sinned a lot. Work is giving me the gwop, I give 'em Work to sling it up. Uh. Handling my biz before I squeeze the knot. I ain't been to church enough, but I seen A lot of profit. Yeah. can in work or Not. Violate me, I pop it. Lot of nerds getting asked, leave it up to Me to stop it. Rolling up the urban puff, Getting mad thoughts, shutting shit down. These bars in my head, I ain't never wrote My shit down. Your arse on the Z, tell Them niggas they should sit down. Sit down. Yeah, my pen something like my spliff Now. Uh-huh. All I do is meditate, make bars In any state. Break bars, I lose the weight. Jumped on the D'USSÉ, still got the Ardbeg. But you know that Butch Price far from a Bargain, that's why the dogs barking. Like, big bread, gimme hard though. I got punch lines and kicks for you assholes. Veteran on the pitch, I'm Rivardo. Little weapon on the hip, clip large though. You see my entourage and my cargo. Gangsta for life, bravado. Uh, COD, cash on demand, no half though. Trust me. Big bread, gimme hard though. Jimmy Conway, the one and only. Get my old CDs if you want the old Me. Get my old shit. Bro down, froze up, My heart is the cold me. Still I thank mummy for the nine months she Hold me. But these wagons think they know me. Stunting like your daddy and cap something in your Soul, me. Psh. Bang out nights in the streets For my homies. Always kept balling, I ain't never been a goalie. Uh-uh. Beretta nine, center forward on a calm night. Yeah. Red wine and a hot spicy make your Arch right. Feds, swine, jakes, cops, Gun boys, gwale. Barbs in the back seat and they just wanna Parlay. The rides came, now everybody going wild Though. They must've thought everything was crisp Like Ronaldo. 24. We could all get shot down like Ialo. But instead I'd rather get bread, gimme hard though. Like, big bread, gimme hard though. I got punch lines and kicks for you assholes. Veteran on the pitch, I'm Rivardo. Little weapon on the hip, clip large though. You see my entourage and my cargo. Gangsta for life, bravado. COD, cash on demand, no half though. Big bread, gimme hard though. Hey, Jimmy, what's right is right. You understand what I'm talking about? All right. All right. I mean, the kids over Here, I watch, we're hugging and kissing over here, And two minutes later, you're acting like a fucking Jerk. Oh, no, no, no. You insulted him a little bit. You got a little out of order yourself. I didn't insult him. I didn't insult him a Little bit. No, I didn't insult nobody. Give us a drink. Give us a drink. Okay? Come on, let's some drinks, all right? Drinks on the house.