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Now I'm up with the squad N***a, I was down bad Ayy, Michelin Remember when-remember when Remember when I never had prof' boy Now I wanna by the whole shop boy (Ha) You think you're bad you, been watchin' too much top boy (Hm) I do a show my killy's pull up in a convoy (Convoy) Talk loads but you're cappin', cappin' In the station chattin', chattin' (What happened?) Double G's, double C's, check the pattern, pattern Never knew this would happen, happen Still up on the curb, Air force and tech fleece Phone on don't disturb me, money like SD See I just get the bag we choppin' like Jet Li A-A-And when I'm with Sav you don't wanna vex me And we grew up in the trenches Youngin in the field he ain't ever on the benches Got me on snap but you're talkin' like we're bredrins I just do me I don't follow what the trend is You know that we trendin' Now I'm up with the squad, that's on God Had to risk it all for the P, that's on God N***a I was down bad, they wanted me to flop I can never stop 'til my killy's on top Man I put it on God I was broke eatin' up prof', fast forward, now, I'm eatin' top notch But, I'm still in the block, bro still whip it in the pot We just tryna make it out on God (Man I put it on—) Pull up in a new whip, cocaine all white Residue on the scale, bro be trappin' all night More time I be in the blocks like a low-life But we got gliders that that will glide within a fortnight Gally want more pipe, I just want more pence, more bread Acc*mulate more and it's more spent Last month, I lost more than my agent '010, but charge it to the game is my slogan They see me in the club, VVS, they frozen She buss down, I buss nuts then buss out (buss out) We just swerve round humps sing it in the bus now Touch a hair on Biggie then Biggie will buss rounds I spent a milly with my killy's, yeah we love pounds I be on my grizzy from sunrise to sundown (sundown) Everybody turn opp now, but anytime they come round We ain't runnin' back from touchdowns Now I'm up with the squad, that's on God Had to risk it all for the P, that's on God N***a I was down bad, they wanted me to flop I can never stop 'til my killy's on top Man I put it on God I was broke eatin' up prof', fast forward, now, I'm eatin' top notch But, I'm still in the block, bro still whip it in the pot We just tryna make it out on God Now I'm up with the squad, that's on God Had to risk it all for the P, that's on God N***a I was down bad, they wanted me to flop I can never stop 'til my killy's on top Man I put it on God I was broke eatin' up prof', fast forward, now, I'm eatin' top notch But, I'm still in the block, bro still whip it in the pot We just tryna make it out on God Man I put it on God N***a I was down bad I can never stop-I can never stop Man I put it on God N***a I was down bad I can never stop 'til my killy's on top
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