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Tired of sitting outside.

While ya'll sittin in. Im spittin again.

Im coming back in, Im coming back in.

Im running up in.

Cause Im higher than the Himalayas

Fucking with a playa like me, thats hard to believe

that anyone leaves, that some of yall breath.

A forecast only I see.

Some of yall gonna die soon.

Heavy Lead rains

Bloods gonna stain ever floor

Over flowin and floodin on every shore

Youll be lucky if my 44 dont come running threw the door

Mask on and rubber glove.

But I aint no Brother Love, More like Ted Dibiasi

Million dollar mossi, running up on a pussy and his posse.

Everyone pausing

Everyone getting sprayed.

Im smoking shit everyday. Fuck what you say.

You follow your leaders, Im following dealers.

Im high, and im well on my way.

Im on my way. Back to the crib.

Sack of the shit, rappin to bitches lacking their kids.

theyre lacking their kids, dont know where they is.

My scale is missing, Im eyeballin shiz.

Grams into Lids.

Lids up to quarter pounds.

Quarters up to kilos. Hola-me-amigos.

We selling everything, fuck what you heard, even slangin burritos.

 

Tired of smoking up all of the shizz,

yall dont want it all again, left it unlocked.

So Im running back in, running back in,

Fuck what you heard, Ive every reason to scandal em all.

Who on the rise, who comin up. whose gonna fall?

who really want it with me probably none yall.