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5-1-7, Mac-11, pop your ****ing head
2-11, riding Chevys, drop it off your ass quick
9-11, building seven, crumpling like my casket
Ducking out so fast, bones make it tragic
Feeling something like Tracy Chapman
Fast cars, just overlapped them
You drop and nobody listen
I MMMBop just like the Hansons
Two left feet, I’m never dancing
Let the blade stand in if I’m ever anxious
Out of dope, and all out of patience
Dug my grave, it’s time to get to laying
Mud cover my Rolex, I can never tell the time
We change the game, you stay the same
Rhyme after rhyme
5-1-7, Mac-11, pop your ****ing head
2-11, riding Chevys, drop it off your ass quick
Creeping in the back, back
Hop up in the back, back
I don’t **** with it if it ain’t TeamSESH
*****, get back, back
I’m up in the back, back
**** Kevlar, I ain’t shooting for the chest
I will let it ride, your body cold, I make it rot
I get it rocking, never gonna stop me
Pay for your fuse, you act like you popping
Now I’m swinging up the coast
Candy paint dripping off me
All your flows been used before
Your catalogue like a swap meet
Crop me out the picture, try your best to banish me
Going ghost, Backwoods smoking
Inhibit your vision, I’m vanishing
Dropping like a damn machine
Don’t extend your hand to me
I’ll reject it, as expected
There’s a reason why the game hate on me
'Cause I hate them all, and everyone involved
You make me cringe, but it’s straight
I needed a laugh today
Creep while you fast asleep
Dead man never pass away
Even when I’m gone off this planet
I live on and beyond with the graves
5-1-7, Mac-11, pop your ****ing head
2-11, riding Chevys, drop it off your ass quick
These hoes on me, I don’t love them back
I’m crawling on fours, I’m sipping on yak
These hoes on me, I don’t love them back
I’m crawling on fours, I’m sipping on yak
I keep holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
Holding on, holding on
5-1-7, Mac-11, pop your ****ing head
2-11, riding Chevys, drop it off your ass quick