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[Verse 1: Oktane] It's on, left me here on my own So I guess I'm back in my zone Gotta put on there for my home No contact if you doubt it, too many contacts in my phone Rap circles around your favorite rappers off the top of my dome New flows, new flows I need Pesos Two shows back-to-back, then studio So no time for no moody hoes That shit lame, still the same Damon Wayans, Major Payne On the game, roll a [plane?] and then smoke the whole thang, whoa [Verse 2: Price] Hmm, look at what we got here High as fuck in the Uber [?], need to tell you how I got here You think my gloves got [Paris?] powder, I'm beatin' em it's not fair Fuck her face 'till she cryin', call that shit top tears She only fuck with top-tier and that's probably why you not here The fake shit stops here The homies said whenever it's time to hop in the ride And slide you got scared So miss me with all them Internet threats Don't talk to me if you ain't been in a jet And I hate your nerds more than a cigarette breath Can be lost with the loud talk Ain't no money in her [route?], brah H-A, yeah times 2, pointin' at you like "ha ha" Bank account going gaga A nigga still eat Popeye's Overdose on peroxide if I ain't in your fucking top five Call me daddy when we in the streets But in the sheets, baby, call me Price Whoopy-whoop, bleepty-bleep means if I don't answer, don't call me twice Refuse to gain the world and lose my soul for all the hype I'm Bob Marley, like Get in tune with the Gotti [?] And that's on my life, we gon' all be right Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Like a check stub, I gotta rip it Connected like a studio equipment Used to make plays off the cricket Now they make way for my entrance Got a V8 in the engine You at home V8-sippin' Talk 'bout healthy livin' shit I need 2 millions for starters Yours, not a real artist I'm finna go nuts, George Washington Carver Got the logo on the bomber, rock this shit like armor No words for your honor, R.I.P. Eric Garner, yeah Wrist, wicked Clique, wicked My city, wicked [?], wicked I'm vibin', wicked So icy, wicked That's wifey, wicked Don't like me, wicked [Outro: Oktane] I was gon' rap again but like, this nigga just killed that shit So like, next one
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