Shoutout to fans, they walk up on me shake my hand
This the infantry, we mobbin ain't no Taliban
If it's disrespect, we kidnap cut off ya hands
Picture me locked up, I had the contraband
Let me get some molly dip it in my hand
They can say what they want, man I never ran
I'm flying in the swan (you fool) duck in the pond
Supreme clientele, Ghostface, Raekwon
Simple mathematics, serving dope fiend addicts
If I wasn't rapping I'd probably be trapping
In the latest fashion, serving dope fiend addicts
Money in the attic
Trap phone space jammin
Infantry the mob, I be laced down in seasons
My bitch keep geekin, stupid bitch think I need her
I hit the dope, a need, couple bands for the feature
Them niggas in the bleachers, really wouldn't wanna be ya
Catchin touchdowns like a wide receiver
Drink, pills, bitches, know I brought the reefer
Let FUBU shine, give the beat a breather
Iced up, pinky ring
This a wedding ring
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