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[Verse 1: Blast Holiday] Young rappers getting at me, gun-pappers spitting at me My brother Morph predicted my gift exactly Rushing all the knocks, turned the block to a track meet Dusting all the cops like Pine Sol through the backstreets Since it's a track meet we hurdling like athletes... Breaking bread with burgarlers and lash chiefs Eating lunch with murderers and black ? Short-stop, Golden Gloves, gotta have fast feet Since groupies move quick, we got a prize for harassing Thinking with your dick and woke up in a trash can Shit be all Kodak till the camera start flashing Left him in that pose, grab the fork in the road Papi hit the docks and his boat got a load Copping by the stock, we done opened up a store Frying on my spot, tryna cool it down with snow Fire to the bread, we making toast (Hook: Haze Luciano) Love hurting, I felt it when I lost one Can't see the bigger picture then draw one A victim to the system, we all one So we put in work that pay-off in the long run [Verse 2: Blast Holiday] I don't think it's meant to be, see Cause you love yourself more than the CGs And honestly, at seventeen I probly loved myself more than the CGs So we ain't we, it's you then us No hard feelings, still Lost N Da Muzik And when I get these millions, you still getting a huge chunk But your actions have lately been so confusing And I die for this team, don't get it confused bruh Livewire spitters, we all got a short fuse cuz Ask Lik, ask Atrice, ask Smack Ask Coon, the blood I bled and time I did for my goons No Halloween, dressed in costumes 5-Star blazing, they turned to possums... Faking dead while bullets blaze by they head They wrong, lil brother you just lost one