DROP

Yeah
Put the money where your mouth at
In life's game, it's not about the tit for tat
It's about the strong eat the weak and that's a fact

Okay i got lotta problems here
Alot of niggas be making fake beefs with me
I don't even know them and I don't even care

Everytime they try to get my attention here
I don't even know them and I don't even care
If you can't take the heat
Then get the fuck out the kitchen
So if it gets too hot, find your own mission
So if you're feeling the burn, with no condition
Exit the chaos, it's your own volition

Drop,drop,drop,drop,drop,drop,drop, drop

Okay okay okay Febra on the way
I been working hard to end it by the day
Chillin every night with oxq and j&j (Juba&Jeed)
Rhyme it in my way way

Why tf 12 makes my homie stressing
1+1 equals 2 that's the lesson
Life's a game, no time for obsessin
All these folks i'm not here to impress emmmmm

Chillin with my brudda We're live from the gutta like whoooooo

Why the fuck 12 stress my homie this bad
Why the fuck all these niggas makes me Mad
Fuck you and you mother and your dad
Wish you all forever Sad

Drop,drop,drop,drop,drop,drop,drop, drop



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