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    Run, here come the menaces to sobriety, like what? (What?)
    Super thuggers thumpin’ on the cut
    What? My motherfuckin’ Uzi weighs a ton
    Hit the drum ’til you hear it go, «Brrup-pum-pum-pum»
    Run, piety just really isn’t us, what a rush
    See you cuttin’ up a pie, that’s my lunch
    Run your motherfuckin’ pockets when I come
    It’s an honor to be robbed by Denise’s only son
    Yeah, ever ready baby boy, Betty movin’ extra heavy
    Whippin’ Chevy, gotta get it, eat spaghetti with the mafia
    Cuff vegan bitch and feed ’em dick ’cause they don’t eat no steak and lobster
    Sosa was my hero only, Tony’s just a fuckin’ Hawk-ster (Out of sight)
    Out of mind, out of touch, out of time
    Man, I’ll smoke a bogie backwards with thumb up like, «It’s fine» (Run)
    Secrets help, I say, selflessly divine
    Leave me here to drown in glory, you’re too good to cross that line (Run-run)
    Tragically struck down in my prime
    By the speed at which the bags are dropping, should’ve watched the sky
    You don’t wanna live this life, it’s really not sublime
    I’m only doing what I want while hockin’ loogies at the swine

    Out of sight (Ayy)
    R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
    I don’t give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (Ayy)
    R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
    What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

    We the motivating, devastating, captivating
    Ghost and Rae relating product of the fuckin’ ’80s
    Coke dealin’ babies, never regulating, bag accumulating
    It would not be overstating to say they are underrating
    The pride of Brooklyn and the Grady, baby
    We don’t need no compliments or confidence
    Our attitude and latitude is, «Fuck you, pay me»
    Next summer, leather bombers, dookie ropes, and smokin’ indica
    Ain’t a team as mean and clean as J Meline and Michael Render, bruh
    TV got no temperature, even if it did
    Bitch, we cool as penguin pussy on the polar cap peninsula
    Colder than your baby mama heart (Uh)
    When she find out you been fuckin’ with that other broad and you ain’t got that rent for her

    I know you just about mcfuckin’ had it, our shit is just magic
    Go figure the runts of the litter did it without scammin’
    Was fryin’ in the fat of the land, now your man is mashin’
    We back of the class and laughin’, you raisin’ a hand and tattlin’
    Mike shitted in your locker, then left a note with a winky face
    Meet us at three o’clock if you wanna do something tragic
    We’ll shrinky-dinky all of that yappin’, it’s automated
    The gears of the rapper shredder want action and it’ll have it

    You know I’m poppin’, a product of fuckin’ poverty
    I’m cool as AC and you niggas, you just wannabes
    I slide on tracks like home plate
    Ride beats like road rage
    Got a crib in like four states, uh
    I get a text like, «Stay safe»
    Text back, «I miss that pussy, be home soon and I can’t wait»
    I came from a dream, triple beam, and some gray tape (Yeah)
    Assistant went shoppin’, put my bags in the A8
    Hello, Mr. Big Faith, the bank teller tryna get ranked
    I buy a hot dog stand if I’m tryna be frank
    Just left the hospital, makin’ sure my nigga was straight
    And sent bail, couple dollars ’til they give him a date
    Tony

    Out-out-out of sight (Ayy)
    R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
    I don’t give a fuck, out-out-out-out of sight (Ayy)
    R-T-J, what you say? What you say? (Ayy)
    What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
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