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That's all, Folks. Both jacks, Rodax alive within the smoke stacks. Brains blow back, imagine that, no longer broke Cats. Up in the heart of it, material shit Hard to miss. This is a place Ricky Ross Wrote a part this. My keys reenter fate, My game penetrate. The 21 and 75, I play the interstate. Watchin' for roadblocks, old cops at the toll stops. I throw a couple heads at me comin' through Lone Docks. I gotta get mine, twenty hundred fifth time. While others zip line, cash apples with quick dimes. My whole committee's just movin' things in Increments. No social pity, this robbery from Sin City. They got me timin' beats to keep my Eyes on Simon Leaks. You can buy his leaks and plus us behind The police. Pay from the boot of us, who To trust? jewels enough to eat. Physical natty on the street, you gonna who dat? Women pretty with no panties. Bitches back you up through a mini, come and Get it. Your worst enemy, you run away. On the field of energy, look at our empathy. Me, myself made a pact when I parked the Stacks. Relax, think about don't get caught in the Act. Stay low on this, nigga, they ain't knowin' A nigga. Who ain't catchin' footballs runnin' Deion Fits. No neon glitter, which way switch-hitter. I'm an even splitter, little black biscuit. I been knowin' my fate since them days in Cage. Goin' back to Backstage and on Rockwill Street. Number you can still break these titans Breakin' speed. But Ohio's been speakin', Now we all playin' myth. Walkin' on short rhymes, niggas catch storefronts. Miss my court case, dedicated your talk time. That's all, folks