not his grandmother woke up sucking my dick 6am this moring

D's not out, so the coast is clear

But it's gettin' hard to sleep with the strokes in my ear

Everybody got an eeler, everybody got a vest

New York City's the arena of death

Yo, the script movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard

Seein' more D's than a dead report card

Everybody rappin' now, follow these dreams

I'ma put my plans out, get a sign on my fiends

Didn't give for a week, wearin' dirty clothes

All day in the spot by a dirty stove

Trouse keepin' strong, hope keep me happy

But I'm only human, so these **** wanna clap me

This **** ain't over, but this one eater made

Some ******'s the brains, that crime made

You can live by the *** or die by the bullets

**** push me for show, my gold bullet

Material objects got the world cookin'

In my hood, they hustle, and be on that chick shit

Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit

**** that fast, stay on the full clip

Guns get blast, **** on that shook shit

Don't live by the *** or die by the bullet

The rounds you spit can embarrass the city

With my game back, names like Paris and Nicki

Low to semi, I'm in the spot, carving the crack

You stuck, I need my bullets, logs in your deck

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