Turn it up
Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'bout
Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then wake up
For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I'll lead this nigga
Cuz I'm down for whatever
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