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Driving in the Aston feeling like a master got my blaster next my brick of "plaster"

swerving cause your bitch is giving me head right after i smashed her rolling real

plastered on these rhymes i have mastered the bass leaves you shattered cause

i'm the prophet on top of the beat i will profit you can't copp it so get up off it or

we will have you in a coffin after coughin up blood on the sidewalk getting

drug and drugged then we racing out in the rari like ken block surfin on the

pavement like Johnny on the spot feeling smashed black and white like noir

have that 40 poured into my tank feeling dank anyone gonna step they'll get

shanked i don't fuck any nigga's who say they on their game no need to compensate

no need to explain i'll put a bullet in your head for trying to take the fame running

you are alway's try to stunt and anyone wants to front i'll smash like my ex's cunt