.[Verse 1: Baker]
Baker creepin' while you sleepin' on the track, that' to attack
Bustas out here runnin' lip; talking shit behind my back
If you hoe, bitch Iâm foe, empathy Iâm never showin'
Slowly rollin' in a stolen, blacked-out hearse with rims thatâs golden
Dim the.
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