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401 & Kingston
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Kofi
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I don't really talk about the sh*t I did In my past All my n*ggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that 401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past If you acting like you know me, I ain't f*cking with that You say you're my homie, no no no no Ever since I got the money n*ggas acting different I keep a premade n*gga with me cuz he pack it with him I had some shawtys tryna play me like it's Activision Even lying to my face, they call it cappin' n*gga On her knees and I made her sign the NDA Now my chains are gold like the Mandalay And you know the way I'm ballin', go the NBA But am I acting different, no no no no I don't really talk about the sh*t I did In my past All my n*ggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that 401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past If you acting like you know me, I ain't f*cking with that You say you're my homie, no no no no Now I pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick Where the f*ck were you at when you saw me going through it I was broke broke broke, pressing n*ggas on some bullsh*t Now I live in Cali', that don't mean that I don't do this I got n*ggas walking with a hammer we don't got no toolkits Now I'm making money and investing on some jewel sh*t And I'm bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah And i'ma split it with my, bro bro bro bro's I know that I'll be the best cuz I don't know how to quit Now I'm meeting all these n*ggas cuz' there all in my sh*t Saying f*cking Switzerland and now it's all on my wrist And I ain't have to hit the studio, I made this song in my crib Never had no money, now I know how how it tastes I just pulled up on my n*gga and he whippin a race Live fast, die young, and I live like a race My momma told me, go slow, go slow I don't really talk about the sh*t I did In my past All my n*ggas sayin' crazy, what's the problem with that 401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map Only time I leave my crib is to deliver the slaps You know I keep my circle small I only ride with my slats I've been snaked a couple times but I keep that in the past If you acting like you know me, I ain't f*cking with that You say you're my homie, no no no no
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