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[intro: jim jones]
you gotta catch that beat
you know, the beat, you gotta come
you gotta merge with that sh_t
you gotta merge with that sh_t, like we been takin’—

[verse 1: jim jones]
trips to the chi’ way before they put the ‘raq in it (let’s talk about it)
that ball in my hand way before i put a pack in it
it was a good neighborhood way before they put the crack in it (i remember)
now i’m at dice games, in the bank, got like a hundred stacks in it, n_gga
there’s only the truth that i can spit (facts)
so may the lord strike me down if there was a coupe that i ain’t whip (amen)
let’s talk about it (uh_huh)
‘causе yeah, we do the jеts too (uh_huh)
got my team jumpin’ on them sh_ts just like the jets do (trust that)
lookin’ at nuttso like these n_ggas ain’t rappin’ right (uh_uh)
talk about movies, but i swear these n_ggas ain’t actin’ right
if my n_ggas do a movie then these n_ggas ain’t comin’ back to life
i drop a bag on your head then that includes the whole taxing price (what’s the tab, n_gga?)
they catch a body, then i’ma catch a flight (gone, n_gga)
that’s what i’m on, yo, that’s the facts of life
these b_tches start like tubi with them bbl booties
i started with a whole pie then we would sell ’em as cuties (break that down)
we outside, n_gga, what the f_ck we need a office for? (we need a office for)
we could do the yachts too, we could dock them sh_ts off the shore (we can do all that sh_t)
i could tell you the price ain’t the same thing what it cost before (i’m getting money)
and i’m still pourin’ champagne for all my n_ggas that i lost at war
[interlude: g herbo]
swerve
ayy, capo, what up?
let’s get it
you a street n_gga, i’m a street n_gga too, just like you
uh, yeah

[verse 2: g herbo]
made n_ggas get off they asses, i’m who taught ’em how to trap
turn a quarter to a half, then switch to grass, got tired of crack (know that)
if it’s static, put on all black masks, go handle that (uh_huh)
if you savage, give him a face shot, don’t k!ll him behind his back (nah)
it’s a lot of n_ggas sayin’ sl!ck sh_t behind my back (uh_huh)
they don’t say much when we face up, i don’t think ’bout ’em, n_ggas ain’t tough
no handshakes, n_ggas can’t touch me, i don’t fake kick it, get away from me
barely havin’ conversations if the topic ain’t money
this time might go ‘rari truck, get a new urus, spend eight hundred
go hard every day for all them lonely nights i ain’t had nothing
now i’m doing my thing, i’m on top of the food chain (yeah)
might be best get you a lane
ar_15 get to sprayin’ like the shooter got mood swings, uh

- jim jones

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