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Keep your eyes open or feel death crackin,
Twisting the shadows or else problems macking,
Treating the forum talks for money I’m stackin,
Love in this ditch for less of the jackin,
Sure it’s a page turning up my numbers,
But I don’t sleep, nor snore for the kneeling of plumbers,
A king in his chair running the business,
Looks that u dare for concerns of your interest,
The Team, The Cream, The less motivated,
My stick shift is geared for my manipulation,
My Roast, I boast the Blood, Sweat, and Tears,
The ancient calling of the ones you fear,
Treasuring your brains to be famous out there,
Concrete mixing the ashes of air,
Pop lock your flix to get normal with me,
Keying off your car as I head into the streets,
Late night Maddens as little gangsters play,
Scandalous Five-O’s ignoring my pace,
The Team, The Cream, the less motivated,
My glock in yo’ face for what I grilled waiting.
