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(Jahlil holla at me)
time to eat
The is back
Them niggas is back, the real is back, the is back
Shooters on nigga, ya

[Verse 1: Yayo]
Got keys twinklin', in the next apartment
Safe when the narcs hit
I give rap critics verbal about AKs
Foolish in my rearview, far away
Ferragamo dreams, the bitch on my cigarette
M4 Carbon, aim for neck
Got that work, Ryan Seacrest
Forgi's on the foreign and they dish
(?) to (?) me
My jacket in the family
fours, pull a (?)
New Tahoe, 27Z
New grill on that bitch so mean
Dog food an Arabian coffee
Good connect, ask what it cost me
I got undetected in my floor
Got me in Wang clothes, ya feel me?

Fatality, fatality,

[Verse 2: Buck]
My brother been dippin' his face in the powder
the powers
We to be in this together but you done with sour
money bruh, remember money and power
A little paper'll get a nigga knocked down like the
I spend in the kitchen standin' over the stove
Put too much time in finer to put niggas in holes
I got my son froze, up O's
He said he a Phantom before he's 14 years old
I told him he can do it if he open his nose
Like my ask him where most of his go
I'm a bad influence to niggas
It turns to the up, I vow to smoke niggas
Yeah marinated the bullets, fluids
And if my weapon don't kill 'em (?) gon' do it
Every nigga in my section goin' through it
We gon' get the money, you ain't gotta help us to it,

Fatality, fatality,

[Verse 3: Kidd]
Watchin' my OG whip it, I learned to it
Turn the pigeons to a chicken, four piece and a
Bodies come up get found by someone fishin'
(?) got equipped, Glock 40
If I'm broke I fix it but that ain't nobody
comin' for my head I hope my nigga don't start bitchin'
Gotta thank the Lord I ain't get a life
'Fore my name end up in the rest in sentence
I say my mini
(?)
(?) you can't say I'ma kill for
Fuck sneak dissin'
I hear 'em talkin' and that
But don't confuse this with
I put a hole in your tube car fixed or flat
niggas in the game man you gotta give us that
I it down
I bust head for the right amount
Six shots, every bullet gotta