.Yo, yeah, nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
Sittin' on the front stoop right outside
In the moonlight when I take flight, I fly
Crack the engine then I break out like Gon Benchin
Thousands of pounds spit thousands of rounds
And verses help 'em out like I found missin' perso.
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