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The type to raise hell but ima Holy guy
So surprise, the hell was heaven, I discerned it wise
Know the life, of a Nigga who only want the dough to rise
Open eye, I know you see it folks, g so do I

Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you
Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you

Aight I got it shorty
What I rap and testify is not a story
But a tale tell heart, yeah kinda gory
Baby mommas, drama, no commas my allegory
Me seeing and hearing it, that a bore me
But a legend tomorrow, i shoot fire like I'm Rory
I write better when I sit down and get to mournin
Them hands just get the flying so what's hannin homie

Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you
Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you

Okay let's shake it up
Even disney might think that I can bring the zen to ya
Or we can bet a thorn, wow, now I feel like pointing sum
Pointing sum, I promise it's not a gun, but get to drumming like I'm
Hitting the black keys
If I leave B flat that mean A sharp part of the band geeks
This weak, but when I play my part it ain't acting
The theatre cold though, saw Frozone twice in the building last week

Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you
Here we go off the muscle
Don't point the finger at me if I ain't touch you
In my bag paper, tryna make it duffle
Shout out to all my people yeah I love you