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    Daringer, Machine
    Uh, you know what the fuck is good

    Ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist
    'Cause over on the East side
    It's full of cobras and snakes
    Vultures and fake niggas that can't wait
    To pistol whip you break a bone in your face
    If you won't open your safe
    Tony Montana shit
    Stick you're nose in the whole cake
    Think about Machine Gun [?]
    And I might pour the whole Ace [?]
    Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (ah)
    He throw it from San Diego
    And i'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ahh
    I ain't finished that was only a eight
    Spikes on the glove (blood?) bottoms
    They were Pony and Snake, yeah
    The label told me to wait
    But fuck that I'm droppin' now
    You can't hold me I'm great (ha)
    Plus it'll only equate
    To dollar signs, I told you homie i'm straight
    Three classics in a year, nobody told me to make
    Remember niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
    So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home in Kuwait

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    They ain't fucking with this raw shit
    (They ain't fucking with this raw shit)
    Fucking with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    They ain't fucking with this raw shit
    (They ain't fucking with this raw shit)
    Fucking with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    They can't fuck with this raw shit
    (They can't fuck with this raw shit)
    Fuck with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
    (You should fuck with this raw shit)
    You should fuck with this raw shit

    Get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up
    Homicide pull on your block, yellow tape it up (no cap)
    You ain't built from behind the wall? You better safe it up
    Niggas up North on the yard getting their faces cut
    So tie your laces up
    You make a cake, I need to take a cut
    One thing about me, I never gave a fuck
    If I run out of patience I'ma spray shit up
    We taking what we want and nobody 'bout to say shit to us
    Shooters on the payroll, riding 'round with they pole
    The DRACO be spitting like J. Cole
    Yayo, powder on they nose
    They eyes won't stay close
    The chopper bullets make holes
    End your body and take souls
    That's why I gotta be the illest with this shit
    Case closed, nigga

    They ain't fucking with this raw shit
    (They ain't fucking with this raw shit)
    Fucking with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    They ain't fucking with this raw shit
    (They ain't fucking with this raw shit)
    Fucking with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    They can't fuck with this raw shit
    (They can't fuck with this raw shit)
    Fuck with this raw shit (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)
    Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
    (You should fuck with this raw shit)
    You should fuck with this raw shit

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