in the cut like Neosporin
• Written by Fugent
In the cut like Neosporin
Riding in a foreign
You ain't got no fortune
Ballin' Michael Jordan x3
Yuh it's young fugitive
This music lucrative
You niggas ludacris
if you thinking I won't miss
Coming with the blade
Bitch I need my fade
Choppa with the 'nades
Fortniting yo whole place
Crib is in a blaze
Devil's in ya face
Come to my special place
Gun without a trace
150 shooters at yo destination
Actin crazy I ain't take my medication
Pussy nigga you should quit the faking
Music melanated, See me elevated
To a different station, Not a different nation
Different altitude, Now your mind is vacant
You can never fake it
I've been so consistent just a different day with the same niggas
You the same nigga so you never change
You a shame nigga
Music hella lame
I can pick apart like every fucking difference
Like a push up going to a fatal limit
I can ruin everything about your image
I can draw your life and watch as I replenish
If you coming with, Then Let's fucking get it
Keep a hitta on me, That's a fucking given
If I'm with yo bitch, Then we fucking nigga
I'm a Space God so it's nothing nigga
Yeah im on narcotics
Hit a thorough body
Yeah we beat up on em
You can never stop me
We taking off like a fucking rocket
Always on the move running up the molly
I'm with Zotiyac thats the fuckin killer
We some young gods that we murkin niggas
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Fugent
Member since January 5 2017