"Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "On the of three" "1...2..." "one for the cuervo, two for line" "Get off the mic and get off the coke!" "Get off the coke!"
[Chorus: We came here to your throat You came here to some coke Kid don't fall all the rest through soul and cuts through flesh
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