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[Intro: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
Grey*59, all I see is scrubs
Face mean-mugged
On a couple drugs
Smoke with Migo Plug
FTP, my blood
Grey the f*cking gang
Boy, stay in your lane

[Verse 1: SOULJA RAG MURDER]
Never high, just maintain
Hate this fame, hate this game
Take these shoes, last a day
Oil flowing through my veins
Lil Remains, that make that stang
Y'all look good in cellophane, mane
Insane, real blade, swing it through your f*cking brain
I said f*ck 'em (f*ck 'em!)
We got a problem (What?)
f*ck you gonna do with it? (Huh?)
I think nada (Nah)
Just a persona (Fugazi), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (What?)
River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
$lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing
[Verse 2: SNOWMANE]
All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
b*tch, it's FTP all f*cking day, all y'all look the f*cking same
f*ck the fame, f*ck a lane
b*tch, I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change
Bring out your dead and blamin' it on Yung Plague
b*tch, I pull up with the K
K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay
Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face
All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
One color, two numbers
Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder
I'm like, "f*ck the others"
I'ma, bring the ruckus
I might, f*ck your b*tch
She swears, she suffers under the covers
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die
I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds
Shawty said she might let them bells pound, bells pound
Shawty wanna cry, I'm like, "f*ck it" every night
Keep turning black, I close my eyes
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