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Let's go, haha, tick tick Six spots, twelve stoves, and I need more pots And I tote more knots than a Boy Scout got The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder I took your food and Prada shoes and added me more power And if you bought some Sour Diesel, then your dream gone sour I treat your shooters like cowards, make your team look sour I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder RIP to Steve McNair, that boy right arm was a rifle I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title If you ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva I made the Forbes list bitch, man you just a subscriber My mam say you just a lyin’ ass, conniving lil’ diver My nigga killed his own brother, seen that shit in the bible Man, Joe Blow chose the fork but you chose the screwdriver I may did never steal a car, but I did cash off a nine though I go so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen) No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way That right too, I’m having my way By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake They cool, my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe Got a pool, twelve acres, and a guest house if you wanna stay Man I’m cool, gettin’ paper, and a custom Cartier I’m a smooth operator, I got a customer named Sade And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all grey I ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for you I’m pimpin’ like players do, lean and matching gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof Nigga lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food Okay cool, I got a plug like no other No discussion, me and Thugger, waiting on judgement I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen) No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen) No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way Oh, Never forget where I came And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way Oh, Never forget where I came And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way Oh, oh, oh, oh
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