[Verse 1: Klass Murda]
I ain't ever think that we would make it offa reefer
Got a plug downtown and one way in Catalina, uh
Showed my man the blueprint and made him a believer
And my plug look like he related to Selena
Your weed smell like shit and not a soul want it
My weed KRS-One, it got a nose on it
You speakin’ to the big ape, could turn you to a big plate
I got shooters from Cayuga to Midstate
And got shooters in the street, dumpin’ out the Jeep Cherokee
If the nigga don’t die, he gon’ need therapy
I just bought a new 40, I grip it and hit him with it
When I’m done it “click, click” like pictures on prison visits
Rеal dope boy, my whole town know
Part-time rappеr, they still tryna steal my sound though, it’s Murda
[Verse 2: Ransom]
They say I’m a gift from God but possessed by a dark energy
A dull blade can always be sharpened by smart enemies (Let's go)
A hundred arms like large centipedes, dark tendencies
Every clip I got for the game is like Bob Menery’s
Breakin’ down these plays in a vulgar fashion, you tryna box?
Shit, you ain’t gotta wait for no lull in action, I come relax him
Body drop, your focus is leavin’, nigga, no one distract him
One attraction, money and murder, that was my hunger passion
Now it’s money deals with my Jewish lawyer (uhuh)
Champagne under my chandelier in my newest foyer
Look in the eyes of your closest friends and see who is for ya
Now look in the eyes of them same friends and see who destroys ya, damn
Get paid handsomely but actually ugly
Don’t smile when you shakin’ my hand, don’t ever laugh when you hug me
I know the cut of your jib, don’t gotta ask if you love me
This fifth’ll crush up your ribs and blow off half of your skully, it’s Duffel
I ain't ever think that we would make it offa reefer
Got a plug downtown and one way in Catalina, uh
Showed my man the blueprint and made him a believer
And my plug look like he related to Selena
Your weed smell like shit and not a soul want it
My weed KRS-One, it got a nose on it
You speakin’ to the big ape, could turn you to a big plate
I got shooters from Cayuga to Midstate
And got shooters in the street, dumpin’ out the Jeep Cherokee
If the nigga don’t die, he gon’ need therapy
I just bought a new 40, I grip it and hit him with it
When I’m done it “click, click” like pictures on prison visits
Rеal dope boy, my whole town know
Part-time rappеr, they still tryna steal my sound though, it’s Murda
[Verse 2: Ransom]
They say I’m a gift from God but possessed by a dark energy
A dull blade can always be sharpened by smart enemies (Let's go)
A hundred arms like large centipedes, dark tendencies
Every clip I got for the game is like Bob Menery’s
Breakin’ down these plays in a vulgar fashion, you tryna box?
Shit, you ain’t gotta wait for no lull in action, I come relax him
Body drop, your focus is leavin’, nigga, no one distract him
One attraction, money and murder, that was my hunger passion
Now it’s money deals with my Jewish lawyer (uhuh)
Champagne under my chandelier in my newest foyer
Look in the eyes of your closest friends and see who is for ya
Now look in the eyes of them same friends and see who destroys ya, damn
Get paid handsomely but actually ugly
Don’t smile when you shakin’ my hand, don’t ever laugh when you hug me
I know the cut of your jib, don’t gotta ask if you love me
This fifth’ll crush up your ribs and blow off half of your skully, it’s Duffel
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