[Intro] lookin up to me could cause an issue, l got cash and hella gas, like what's the issue [Verse 1] Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense, but I did 5 mill- i ain't been rhyming like common since, it's Brooklyn, be the home of the hardest ever, where them niggas dont aim, they just palm berettas, and bomb whatever, say we don't move calmly, never, this for my niggas trapped in cells like salmonella,l start to think and then I sink, into the paper like I was link, when I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme [Pre-Chorus] Oh, can you hear the silence, where our voices used to play? The moments that define us, now drifting far away. [Chorus] Looking up to me could cause an issue,l got cash and and hella gas, like what's the issue way too many Hoes, don't, I don't know if I miss Can't let pretty Ho get makeup ont my fit, oooooh!. [Verse 2] I'm telling you something about to get drastic soon, I'm quick to blast a goon, and you like a plastic spoon,y'all not messing with me, look, I'm not saying they're weak, I'm just saying they're not me,l know these niggas gay, nighas is zesty, get you a vacuum, niggas is messy, after all that makeup, you are still ugly, that's what be really getting me, bums when I them they make me throw up, niggas don't come outside when the beef go up, tinted rolls truck and my feet go up,it's the original, and everybody know, I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo, I'm undroppable, untoppable, you can't hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, can you feel the heartbeat, from the echoes of the past? Through the laughter and the heartache, those moments come to last. [Chorus] Looking up to me could cause an issue, I got cash and hella gas, like what's the issue,| got way to many hoes don't, know if I miss you can't let pretty ho get makeup on my fit, oooh! [Bridge] Niggas wanna front on me but know not to come to me, I keep 10 glocks, ten rotts up in front of me Ayo, look like I'm goin' for a swim Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim Bitch ain't comin' off the bench While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched Here go some haterade, get ya thirst quenched Styled on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench (Brrr) [Chorus]

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