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Lyrics:
[Chorus] No time to wait, gotta make cake Keep your burners on bake cause the streets aint safe [x4]
[Verse 1] The streets got me layin, same games, no rules Bout to go legit, flip quick on these fools I look at hustle, in the long term sense I aint tryna be stuck with a long term sentence Calculate my moves like Im Bumpy Johnson Bring it to em by surprise, straight dumpin on em Mentally I could chalk out your physical Way before you even taught of ever grabbin your pistol I cant wait to get the drop first, and watch it drop first Cause you swine like knock words I hit your face, turn your head when I come through My man wanna get at you with the gun fool We maneuver through the hood quicker than light speed The god always hook me up with the tight weed I hit your stance, you pollutin my cypher Im all in your way cause its my duty to slice ya
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[Verse 2] Your poor fee is with you Divine justice when the niners hit you Didnt know the half, so I split you Its the righteous don, when I write my songs Its like the quiet storm, till my mic is on And once I got ya, its too bad, too late Its two of yall, theyll find your bodyparts in two lakes Theres more of yall, well Im well prepared To stab you where you bleedin, wipe your lung in my sleeve From the hood to the office, Im good for a profit Like Kareem with the sky hook, how could you stop it If I got to, Ill send a son or two at you Straight pit, them dogs will turn you to cat food Im that dude, the one thats callin the shots Went away and came back, niggaz was all in my spot Sheisty niggaz even had their hands all in my pot Gave em a group raid and buried them all in one plot
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