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This the type of shit that take me back to the days
Where I was gettin cheddar chips and cheese
Like every way
This the type of shit you stretch a chicken with to get the weight
The pots no hot gotta get the plate
The rockets off to head to space

This the type of shit you flip a biscuit
With a brisket
She bring the bread don't get it twisted
Less it's my dreads and she my mistress
This the type of shit that have the mayor call you captain
DA in your back pockets
They wanna try you you can fax it
This the type of shit that a real one gone groove to
This the type of shit that make your baby wanna lose you
This the type of facts that turned the rap game to the cap game
None of you niggas really bout it
Look in your eyes and notice that mane

This the type of shit that take me back to the days
Where I was gettin cheddar chips and cheese
Like every way
This the type of shit you stretch a chicken with to get the weight
The pots no hot gotta get the plate
The rockets off to head to space

This the type of shit that my daddy gone rock with
Type of paper buy the neighborhood for my family
And some randoms that my mammy go on walks with
With extra rooms so it ain't lonely on the holidays
This the type of shit that come from family full of prophets



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Writer(s): Long Trappin
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