[Verse 1]
Pardon the body, wide body switchin' lanes
Difference, me and you are not the same
Keep goin', steady duckin' methods
Bitch niggas steady throwin' at me
Swim through it, goin' for the cheddar
Big dog runnin' through the letters
Now I got young niggas slangin' K's, no mistake, and they know better
Now I got some sons I done raised, white t-shirts, rockin' J's
Trap house through a brick a day, I meant to say they be servin' J's
Probably do a nine day in rocks, clear tech tickin', that's a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still callin' shots on the yard, I don't need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God, not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, bought a lotta scars
Cold heart got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I record
M's on the table, got employed
Drop somethin', perfect timin' for it
[Chorus]
To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin', I probably tell you, 'that's nice'
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicle headlights
Scalp be itchin' when thinkin', many might believe it's head lice
Jump out, don't get star-struck, clique out, clip wit'cho car up
Big Gates just gave an order while sippin' coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I'm him, got many nicknames, they don't know what to call us
Pardon the body, wide body switchin' lanes
Difference, me and you are not the same
Keep goin', steady duckin' methods
Bitch niggas steady throwin' at me
Swim through it, goin' for the cheddar
Big dog runnin' through the letters
Now I got young niggas slangin' K's, no mistake, and they know better
Now I got some sons I done raised, white t-shirts, rockin' J's
Trap house through a brick a day, I meant to say they be servin' J's
Probably do a nine day in rocks, clear tech tickin', that's a watch
Got that out the work, a cell block
Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R
Still callin' shots on the yard, I don't need a rod, I am the rod
Believe in God, not a bodyguard
Tatted bad, bought a lotta scars
Cold heart got my body hard
Mills in the lab when I record
M's on the table, got employed
Drop somethin', perfect timin' for it
[Chorus]
To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice
You tell me you just burned somethin', I probably tell you, 'that's nice'
Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicle headlights
Scalp be itchin' when thinkin', many might believe it's head lice
Jump out, don't get star-struck, clique out, clip wit'cho car up
Big Gates just gave an order while sippin' coffee at Starbucks
Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust
I'm him, got many nicknames, they don't know what to call us
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