"They think im native american cause i gotta chief
and i crack shells like im tryna get the lobsters meat
the glock be huggin my thigh like a boxers breifs
i do what i do and keep the hammer grip
and i keep the paper straight like laminate
i tear down yo chick walls, you repair the damages
ya girl stick to me like the script
the cannon will lift you and the man you with
this is bloody knuckles and you dont want a hand in it"
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