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Back at it, craftmatic, all I know is mathematics On the stove, cooking chicken, right ...gymnastic Acrobatic, weight the world, like Houdini doing magic Migo bring me kilos, so I bust them squares about the plastic Give in traffic, I'm so traffic, known to make that shit happy Gotta use the razor, cut the chicken and some turkey wrappin After 15 years of trappin, know oj done start to rappin Blowing 93 og from fred daddy something Cali making daily swag, cause my pockets on the cesar salad Catch your girl then I splash her, fuck her like a jack of diamonds Lying in that 50, shawties lookin like they tap dancing Splash the top water meet my quarter, now I'm back at it You my risk taker risk, when I'm out here serving fish Cook a brick, serve a brick, mix it with some remix All these waves in my head, your girl got sea sick Took her for some calamari, bitch don't order cheese sticks Million dollar nigga, but I stay up on some street shit Hit a nigga lying if you looking for some cheap bricks I got game, I got swag, I done sold all kind of bag I done handle all kind of bricks, some were good, some were bad All about the bo game, cooking soda sound bad 28 do 35, making zip go take a bath Break my shit to the ground, that's how I see all the cash Busting down my 50 bam, now I got them Michigan On my corner, hot as ...i ain't got shit to say Go ahead and call my lawyer Shout out to my jeweler, got me shining lookin like some water Shout out to my amigo, cause he just got them bricks out the water. |