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The one pulling all them robberies The boy who's born from scarecrow Came up from the slums Walking product of the ghetto I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes Round and round and pound for pound Life going in a circle From pentagrams to Instagram How I mainstream the 6 Them boys can hate I got their fate Suck on my dick AKs all around me Wanna die Pick out a stick Grave been dug Load up a slug Lay him to rest up in a ditch Southside shorty Outside early morning Not a knock Empty out the Glock dot in front the 40 Turning you into a pouring 40 Or I'll come back when you're poor and 40 Take it how you want take it as a warning Don't ever ignore me Hide behind the door Me and the follas bring the storm We'll keep it coming Mixing up milligrams with millimeters 9 in the chamber Got 30 inside the heater Bloody nose I smell the reaper Smoke surrounds my steps I'm either choking on breath or reefer Coughing till my death I'm eager Leaving all my fans as grievers