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And so, M.G., I’ve been training a lot

My brain’s a real Spartan

They like, constantly out looking weird

You can’t see me, watch me, I’m already naked

That’s from my depression

I’m a hundred times, I’m a twist of man

That’s because this shit is mad

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat

Step round there, what’s good?

Now we sound like bitches

Give my guys my worn-out hoods

I got my Spartans in eyes

So we know who’s good

24th-century Spartans

So if you do things, Spartans should

Don’t know how man they should, look

No, try to get enough wood

I shouldn’t eat them, man, put wood

Let them blitz my cops, look

I don’t see them, man, shots, wood

Get up, get up

Be in our, be in our edge

When I break that bun

White cops on my drugs

3D1, Robux, man, that was really Phineas Trap

3D1, 3, no 3 News

No ST3, just my corky trap

The N-A-N start we beat, murder plan

My fam is dreamin’

Turn up, jump up, we leave with them

One jump up, we freed them

Like the N-A-N where it started

Like the N-A-N where my heart is

The opposition gets harvin’

Like my G-D-G ain’t parkin’

Alright, right step when I’m marchin’

Dip, dip, Prince, I’ve been dancin’

I beg you pardon

S-E-O snap, get out there and clarkin’

Like the N-A-N where it started

Like, like the album of heart is

The opposition gets starved in

Like, like T.T.G ain’t parking

Alright, I slept when I’m marching

Dip, dip, drip, something fancy

God, I beg you pardon

Unless you’re sad, get out there and clartin’

I’m in the camp of Kennedon

I was 15, me and T-shirt

Hands on a rim and scratchbacks

Up the wall, you like women

Tryna rip holes and touch my skeletons

But I just can’t see fuss, man’s wittin’ and wittin’

At Kennedon, Kennedon

Made my first smack in Kennedon

Then I brought a tune, I slapped some more

Wheels, dead man dead, wheels ridin’ in fours on a four

Tryna put a boy down the floor

Can’t calm down, they were ridin’ on yours

Me and Dio, but they were the unlike four

That’s couple times, so the flex really on it

Goes E-15 on them, on it so D-Y

Tryna put manual on it

Come on, but them man can’t just lock it low

And how they gonna check out us

When they see them man in car

All this talk, all this talk

And they never pretend that this class is not

D1, I use no smarts

Traffic games, FG, cash, Patrick’s, Sala, Sala, Ska

Kool Kidz, Ramsay, Slay Lo

Question, that’s a young bitch

Damn cool, I’m bringing it back to virgin

Hell, I’m Gigi, Steven, Gigi

These man just expensive

Oh, me, I’m Pino, and me, I’m Snoppy

Since I bitch played man, love my bread

Real spotty, they like, ‘cus they think I’m looking, we used to dressin’

Dressin’ what you already thinkin’

That’s my man, Depressin’

Dressin’ what you already thinkin’

That’s my man, Depressin’

I’m a hundred hot shots, twist your mouth

That’s what call me, shit, it’s mine