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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFuck da Industry
D-RocLookPainted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richerDior fit straight out the storesstill look like I'm out them trenchesFelon that still deal with' cause, still gon'send them fuckin' hittersKnow I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythmPussy ass niggas can't still keep up with meHe been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with meI got slimes that bang that firebut still gon' shoot for freeTwelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dopeI don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"I just bought a brand new Glockand it ain't come up out the stoe'If a opp try to block me offI shoot this bitch right on the roadI keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soulUh, uh, dope pack, nigga look like he selling dopePistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huhCheck his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huhKilled that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know nowHe wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slimeHe wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he wan' rolls huhHe just wan' be real fuckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh?He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa sonHe say he don't wanna be nobody, he wan' be Lil TopHe say he don't give a fuck about it, just give him the guapHe say, "Ya'll could make an album 'bout itjust don't fuckin' try"Get the fuckin' industry on your side, you still gon' diePainted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richerDior fit straight out the storesstill look like I'm out them trenchesFelon that still deal with' causestill gon' send them fuckin' hittersKnow I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythmPussy ass niggas can't still keep up with meHe been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with meI got slimes that bang that firebut still gon' shoot for freeTwelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dopeI'm probably fuckin' on yo' hoKnow they can't control meprolly spit on that lil hoe, bitchPut me back in jailand I was still in there on dopeKnow that we don't give no fucktry splittin' him on the roadYeah, that my broWho be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it onGon' get killed if you don't kill meand they know I made it knownI'ma flex somethin', told the bitch don't call my phoneSent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bamDon't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it downDon't give a fuck 'bout if you with ityou a part of the crowd, clownKill 'em down while you up herewhen that blicky make a soundWe gon' probably catch em smokin' loud, ridin' round and IPainted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richerDior fit straight out the storesstill look like I'm out them trenchesFelon that still deal with' causestill gon' send them fuckin' hittersKnow I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythmPussy ass niggas can't still keep up with meHe been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with meI got slimes that bang that firebut still gon' shoot for freeTwelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
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