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Jitter
Backstab is a
faint of my main strategy Came with the
mortality, left with the
whole cavalry Brain shackle me, twisting the
law of gravity State of a
poor salary, draining the
soul battery I'm sick of losing, it's time that I've been proving That I
was a
poor student, not lying in bed stupid Like I'd do it, with gun head fluent Heal like I'm Rasputin, give chills to the
core unit I
breathe fire inside then respire the
pine Like these hands of mine are gone do it A
sweet dance combined with sea change And I
will behave like I'm in steel chains, I'll Still break your head or dam snap your neck If I'ma rise in death then I'ma check your step In the
night like theft, I
drop bombs on Bens Then bag bitches like my life was a
catered event Marty fresh up out the
oven, with that face you never seen before Flip that motherfucker with a
birdie if he cynical They run up on me, end up handing over all there pockets too Ever since you left I'm taking off just like a
rocket do Stash pot, been in my back pock' for years now Hit me on my celly cause I
stack it with my peers now Came up out the
sewer, to sip Kahlua and do her Keep all of my chicka's buried deep just like manure The
snakes I
grip, I
shine like piss, and make it flip Do it up then break it down and give my dick a
kiss We first to pop, I
call the
shot, and run the
spot Put that mouth up on my strudel, kiss my doodle Showing off and I
don't even push it that far Marty Large, party hard, like it's the
Mardi Gras Hit the
charge and I'm not afraid of battle scar Cue the
sick shit, put on my hit list, no dis bitch Come correct uh, you ain't getting close without respect I'm a
rider dawg, I'm coming for the
check Man I'm coming for the
cents, used to pick up on the
first Flip the
re-up on the
tenth If you know me boy don't owe me, I
remember what you spent Get the
pack, get the
pack, tear the
club up cuz we on it now How you running shit cuz, we ain't notice when you running round Grew up with some niggas who made profits when they hold a
pound Talking Cling wrap gram scales, for the
swapping out Dash off in the
whip with no license, like I
bought it nigga Say I
smell like kushy, that's because I
fucking bought it nigga Got that slaughter in em, guaranteeing they don't want it with em Ain't no talking nigga when I'm speaking, they dissolve and listen Off the
cliff, put me in that casket bitch I
don't need your service, fuck I'm worthless, let me rest in peace pissing off my organs, I
ain't stopping till they call it quits Tried to end this shit when I
was 15, got me wondering Tried to end this shit when I
was 15, got me wondering Bottle after bottle, got me fucked up and I'm stumbling Heard they talking shit, pull up on him got him stuttering I
ain't been too happy, 'bout to black out for the
fuck of it
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