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Got it from the bottom so I can’t stop Me and bro tied in like dreadlocks Playing with my, playing with my bro, you will get shots I be skrrting through the city with my C's on They be hating on the kid for no reason Take a look at the wrist, yeah, it's freezing I be getting to this money, no pretending (I be getting to this money, no pretending) I was on the street, I been finessing Money on my mind, it’s my best friend Learning lessons in my life will be a blessing Stay preaching to the streets 'cause I'm a reverend And I'll still get you down, I keep a Wesson Yeah, I sing but I’m scoring like Mason, I ain't basic Robbing all these trappers till I make it Funny how mum think I made it Milli views, got mum embracing I be bodying rhymes like Aitch did Keisha, Becky, only want me 'cause I'm famous Still thinkin' 'bout Miggz, how he ain't here I be smoking on sess with Mayfair Yeah, it ain't fair Blue woo stepping Got the mash, no messing Phone stay belling
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