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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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