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(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn·t know so,
well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I·m hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose ·em most, I couldn·t see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn·t hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do·, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that·s why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that·s right).
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I·m slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognïze.