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I'm tired of these enemies
If you want war bitch I'm bringing all my men wit me
Lame ass fits man ur outfit is offending me
Got 10 pairs of ricks, damn I feel like I'm a centipede
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Driving sober
Last time I was slumped I done crashed the Range Rover
Take the scat off road like a lawn mower
Crash it in the ditch yeah we had to call the tower
Hop up in the hawk
Trackhawk Grand Cherokee
Smoking on sum wood
This shit puffin like a chimney
Don't fuck wit no fakes
Yeah these haters ain't no friend of me
If you chillin wit Jakes
Then u probably my enemy
Damn, what did I just say?
(He fuckin forgot!)

Oh shit that's right
You probably my enemy
Sorry for repeatin
Smokin za fuck wit my memory
When I catch an opp
Run his pockets for his entities
Damn I need a feature
My mind runnin out of bars for me



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Writer(s): Martin Regular
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