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Good Cop (It Wasn't)

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What's going on, Tronco
Aye 14 got another one
Aye, Okay
I can't hear myself
Okay
Yeah
Come on
Aye
Oh, is that a opp
It wasn't a cop
They gon' call me Smith tonight
I keep shit on lock
Tuddy's in the field
Never took a kneel
No, this is not Instagram, but this shit just got realed in
We smoking on pressure pack just to feel the feeling
Bob, I'm in the building
You can't touch my image
Finna hit up Olive Oil Popeye I need spinach
It don't matter where I place in the race just know I finished
Late body got me scheming on the low
Cartel Pav, prolly out in Mexico
Latina mami wants my semen on the low
But I cannot trust nobody you can never get my loc
Location, I never play with a station
Who hatin'?
Get what you want while you waiting
Be patient
I made it sing like Clay Aiken she aching
They say I'm a blow
I might need me an agent
Double O
I'm screaming out double O
Don't forget the O
How could you forget the O
I'm on a mission, though
I need me a million more
No Edward Scissorhands
I'll never cut off my folk
I never act
Denzel
He don't want smoke
Made him exhale
I'am on my way to better thing
You crying about your ex, still
Cliam he in the trenches with the soldiers watch him exfil
I'm on the left lane
Doing my own thing
Disappear I'am David Blaine
I'm at a new longitude
I'm not the one to blame
She wanna be up in my video, but it's not no game
Okay
Fake, I'm not having it
Wait, I shoot accurate
Pace I'ma , take my time
Don't hate when I'm stacking rich
My racks getting stackable they hatin' that I'm stacking it
My money immaculate, OKAY
Oh, is that an opp
It wasn't a cop
They gon' call me Smith tonight
I keep shit on lock
Tuddys in the field
Never took a kneel
No, this is not Instagram, but this shit just got realed in
We smoking on pressure pack just to feel the feeling
Bob, I'm in the building
You can't touch my image
Finna hit up olive oil, popeye I need spinach
It don't matter where I place in the race you know I'm finished
What's going on, Trico
14 , You got another one
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay

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Joshua Ray

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