Correction Lyrics Chemistry by YSN Flow & Iceberg

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(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard)
(Tuned up)
Yeah, yeah
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)

Cash in my pocket, mud in my cup
Used to count, now I need money to wash out the pain
My brodie trappin', he get a pack, go and ball out
But know that the streets ain't a game
Used to have chemistry, thought she was into me
She met the streets, now she sleepin' with lames
I used to walk through the storm, but now I could floor it
200 switchin' up lanes
Look how I'm livin', you really think that I'm slippin'
Run up and make that decision
Get it and flip it, get it back, then I go split it
I know a lot 'bout division
And I know a lot 'bout the spendin'
I dropped a lot on my pendant
Wanna be at the top when I finish
I drop the top when I'm in it
I don't think I could drop for a minute
Drop the Glock and I hip it

Touch the Glock on my hip, that's a Tummy tuck
You would be dumb if you thinkin' 'bout runnin' up
We ain't have them new shoes, had to run it up
Brand new Air Forces, I feel like I'm comin' up
Put a stick in the blicky, go and drum it up
Been readin' your vibe, I feel like it's somethin' up
What you want do with me?
I go dumb I ain't really with foolery
It's me and Trap, you know I got my goon with me
Music gives names, music kick doors
My momma used to go sleep on the floor
So much done changed, we done got more
I let my momma drop racks in the store
New groupie bitch, I just pass and ignore
Ride for 62, throw up L and a 4
Focused on me, I ain't sayin' no more
This shit in my cup out the candy store

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