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Chevy wheels spinning

Quick thrills, spitting, quick chills

Up your spine til your skull is base hitting

Cut throats choking like a run away chicken

Decapitate the cowards, pushing bodies off of bridges

 

You don’t have to be on drugs to know you fucked up

Kids killing kids just tryna get that next buck

Came a place where you could never come back from

I ask them, what money mean to you when you don’t lack none

Back from the land, understand, no ones fearing me

Disregard the line before, it’s contradictory

B.E.F.O.R.E.Y.O.U. judge me

Walk in my shoes before you walk all over me

motherfucker

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