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Hey, it's my nigga pop Play what I'm on I bet you got it You know, don't want to trust on any play You hate me, you tryna play I'm like, I say it's ready for the fuck But I just think they don't It's like you're a death to hell Look where the cops go For all you see, you damn Make a holler when you see me And let the devil be so But they ain't finally beat me I got a tarot band I think it's every time we ride Hitting motherfuckers stuff Then we dance hard So I got this I'm gonna play It's confusing when I'm out But the feeling can grow Slay the features in my eyes So I'm gonna tear the things I find several old things Want me to glance around I'm gonna pretend to see you like a dream And then I'll disappear Boy, I'll watch a dope game It's in One ain't that What can be made? I hate the game Troubled in the mouth Of the crazy place Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on