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It's me baby
I was the mayor in the v, niggas know that

You heard the name
Back by popular demand, these niggas watered down the game
I was popular with grams, I flood the town with 'caine (True)
I flip a couple zips then water down the chain
The purp' from 'sauga, I get my sour from Dyckman (Papi!)
Strap name thor, shit sound like lightning (Ahh)
Should've named it Tyson, the way it did his spinal (Haha)
I shouldn't be on this camel out in Cairo (Real shit)
I got my eyes on my paper that's final (Uh huh)
Use a du-rags for a strainer, that's survival
Now it's all out a bitch (Ism)
Chris tucker in the parlor, nigga take a pick (What you need?)
No license, still brought the two door out still
Got a call on pins, I think this Trudeau house (That's it right there)
Winter time, the jacket gets chinchilled (Already know)
Pimps real, bitches hand feedin' me grapes like renzel (Pear)
I used to pump water like windmills (That work
Had the thunder in the jungle like Ben Still'

F boys on the celly make a quick mill
Keep my skully on when I mix crills
I'm in the kitchen like baby mice
Pack same size as a box for baby Nikes
So nice they should knight what I write
Baby girl like what a sight, she likes what she likes
Might have her right for the night
Whittles white, ain't no kief in my pint
Craven quit his job to go full time
I wish that I could but I'm the bread winner
Wife and two kids, what I did might leave your head spinning
Dead victim, dope sick or either bed ridden
Nah, I don't know what it taste like
Brick so hard it'll bend a fuckin' steak knife
I wasn't raised right, price locked in like a cage fight
Stack it up waist height, seal it for a the late flight
Ship it on the freight line
Got it in early during late nights, tip toeing the state lines



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Writer(s): Corey Carby-douglas
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