Give me a break, this is a waste, makes it tough to rhyme
I feel like Orc said I've got Choice Wordz for you & those were "fuck your time"
I trust my nine, chain's untucked I'm fine, hell I don't mind threats
He did try pulling up on me while I was flexing - lifting himself on my biceps
Your girl gave me & my guys a set of keys, there's no ignoring me
Anarchies working in your crib nigga we're taking away all your authority
4 in his chest, at the funeral strapped while they're mourning his death
I'll put so many holes in his box you'd think they were transporting a pet
A known blunder, for pay catch you in traffic, I keep the chrome brother
You crying while I'm shooting you in the car for money like Keaton Jones mother
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Too Rich IRL to Be Here. I'm Out.

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