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[Verse] It's Clark Bent behind a dark tint I'm the streets just like the park bench Chain smoke cigar ends, there ain't no cigars left My weed loud just like a bitch out the piece They wanna blow me while I'm counting my cheese Jesus, [?] I see no honor in this thieving shit Probably why I don't trust with niggas If you ask me how I'm feeling then it's fuck you niggas Look here, copped that ducy off a jackpot Hoe had the blow in nose, Pinocchio Plugs got hit with the oki doe Started barking had these niggas dancing hokie pokie Holy smokes he really burnt, Cobain, no chain Get a shopper for his gold rings, I need them blunts too Pocket full of dead crackers, living ass backwards Tryna front for who? rap so my mama living comfortable But who the fuck is you to judge me, my white cup is muddy I'm bloody, hoes wanna fuck me Doing all these drugs you think I must be Off my fucking bike right? light it up V'Don made the beat and then I scribed it up This the type of shit you snatch up out your speakers Load that pipe and beam up the scottie, illuminati Got my mind soul and my body trapped so I might just smack Don't give me dap when you see me wearing trends And don't hit my fucking line if you ain't talking 'bout no ends It's how I'm feeling, wheeling and dealing, stealing and killing Tryna make a muhfucking million Cause if you ain't know [Hook: Da$H & (Marz Lovejoy)] (Ou la la la) Said yo bitch only chill if she's fucking the team (Ou la la la) If it's drama my nigga we bringing them [?] (Ou, la la la) Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Murder scene, murder scene Murder scene, murder scene Murder scene, murder scene (Fa fa fa fa)