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You pull up to a red light

A man jerks your door open, says

«Out of the car, I’m taking your car»

You say, «Okay, take it, just don’t hurt me»

You know what I do?

I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead

And spill his brains all over the concrete

You think you know me

Bitch I write scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme my life

After all the steam and the hype

Dawg

This is my careers not a dice

Never take L’s to a light

Bitch I am impervious to type

So young bucking at advice

Néw gloc leave it up to Christ

Fit for a joker need a Harley

Don Callis never been a carny

And you know we showing out for Darby

Me and Tina bucking back at ike

You a diva make we gon drop the mic

New gloc leave it up to Christ

Push

Why would I show my hand

I put on a show on Demand

I was in the show who a fan?

These boys never made profit

You ain’t doing shit

Nigga stop it I see who y’all biggin but

It’s gas

Grown men co sign trash

Log off go find bags

Two Glocs tuck it in the bag

New Switches they Gon attached

And they said we never gonna last

Death loop you ain’t coming byke

Them tweets cost you a life

You ain’t had a hand in the hype

Nah

Bitch I write scene on your life

And I only rap out of spite

Loss is the theme my life

After all the steam and the hype

Dawg

I’m Arn Anderson