[Intro: DJ Rated R & Franchise]
Let's take it out to Spittsburgh
Can't forget Billy The Kid
And Beedie, what up?
Can't forget to give a fat shouts-out to Living Proofe
Mac Miller
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind (Can't forget Sam [?])
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the—
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with—
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the—
(Henny & Haze)
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind
Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in
Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in
With six of the truest M—
[Verse 1: Franchise]
Pull the pistols, I'm off to the races, gone with the wind
Got my partners a part of this and we gon' get it in
Mass appeal through your stereo, ears explode, listen in
With six of the truest MCs who fumbled jewels by glistenin'
Hell, from that pretty city where niggas be gettin' it
However you need it, the camp got it, how we dishin' it
Underground commercial with talents so versatile
And punches that'll have 'em in the hearses with the curtains
Blast and leave 'em hurtin' on any beat that I work with
Sam, set up the funeral, your beat, I'm 'bout to murk it
These other niggas is worthless unless it's Ciego in the booth
Or Beedie spillin', bringin' the pain with Living Proofe
Sixty-proof's in my cup, mix the juice and that
Get the Buddha wraps, swervin' lanes as I cruise with Mac
Open the page as I'm roastin' the haze
With quotes full of flames
Bill The Kid, flow on the page
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