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[Featuring: Johnny Cash]
[Hook]
When I die Iâm takinâ the dog with me
You gon have to find and rob my grave like hippie
I got a Jones walkinâ the city like theyâre hitchhikers
Last script writer, yâall ainât rappers or dick riders
Tryna call my click spider thereâs none higher that I admire
Throw âem up with their shoes tied over the wires
Weâre tired, stop in the long road, harder than the pavement
I shake shift, thatâs why Kali Holmes ainât got basements
Face it, Iâm a threat to your era
Bifocals I need just to see this shit clearer
That feelinâ, you feel the sense of danger gettinâ nearer
Iâm Jack so pay close to the perception from the mirror
Open caps for the chips like Pringles
I put hits on your man just like some flippers
I got funk in the champ and while it lingers
I keep my hands in that cheese, we call it Cheeto fingers
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See me creepinâ, be up in the spot with somethinâ decent
Another day, another dollar, yea another reason
Body bags, ice duffle for me to put the cheese in
When it come to that pork we put the greeze in
Easy off the flake pedal and start breazinâ
Iâm like the wind, light is pliff, Iâm ridinâ gemstone
No key shuffle in the end zone
First of all, we the one and only, others is phony
Double G cronies, way I but âem in the head
If they donât come up with my bread I leave âem dead and lonely
Just a satisfactory snack on categories
Rap rap on the track like a laboratory rat
Now how real is that?
My cup on the dover with dope, I spill the crack
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