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Junkman

(Somebody say ho-oh...)

(Say ho-oh-oh....)

Yesss man

But I'm not a motherfuckin' yes man

Yeah you know how it goes down

You just longer now, ain't nothing to it but to get it done

You know i'mma throw in this PMG

I got this love and hate on my mind

You know I'm sayin; its a cool little summer day

You know winter day, spring day, fall day, everyday, all day

You know good brothers own day with sisters

Good life baby

You can catch me rollin' through your area

In something big like a aircraft carrier

With the big beat bangin' on the stere-a

Sitting next to a pitbull terrie-a

On the loan so it's no hysteria

In the cut just like the interio-a

Scoop the homies so it's more the merrier

You make a move for ya mic and I'll bury ya

You either got new friends or new enemies

When you show the world ya true identity

You see I move with a God type energy

It's so big one of me make ten of me

You have no idea what it's finna be

You see the whole car smoking like a chim-a-ney

Yeah I got the poison and the remedy

To get mo' hands moving in the center p

(Ahh, that was tight)

(Yeah the west keezy easy)

(Yeah, AC.. hey man, wha?, hey, hey!)

Rollin' in my two thousand and twenty-one

More than machine with expandable wings

I land on the scene like a man from a dream

And grip the highway like water in the stream

Faster than your locomotive

Swoop by quick so no one would notice

Project lotus to styles to oldest

The coldest motherfuckas with the world on they shoulders

Top break-a bigga than a tank-a

Might stop and drop the anchor

Make em' bounce an ounce on my lap

And that's a rap, that's a rap (that's a rap, that's a rap)

Drive by just like Mr. Invisible

You can't see me, it's not possible

You can't feel me out, it's not probable

Control the course and move past the obstacles