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Rich In the North
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Yurms
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Yeah, hmm Yeah, hmm Yeah, hmm hmm Yeah You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that Too many snakes hidin' in the gra** Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash Hit the gas, then I dash Imma just do my thing I cannot f**k with these lames, nah Too many sh*t reasons from them Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid Same age as they kid, I'm a jit But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah Crazy how people go switch Used to call him my brudda and sh*t This year I'm outta this b*t*h Makin' my own rules to this sh*t V-city get ready, I'm here City had some talent last year But nothin' like me man I swear Different breed, I ain't shed no tear I ain't get what I want last year See the haters, I'm well aware Plottin' on me, prayin' I fail So I got sh*t to prove out here Young as f**k but I'm feelin' old Too many drinks, too many blunts I smoked Throw me in the dirt, Imma blossom Brodi carry 223's, don't cross him Do not cross my bro when he look at you B*t*h don't spill your drink on my swooshed up shoes 2020 got a lot to prove, I ain't goin' lose Finna go and run this cash up like I turned to Jew You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that Too many snakes hidin' in the gra** Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash Hit the gas, then I dash Imma just do my thing I cannot f**k with these lames, nah Too many sh*t reasons from them Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid Same age as they kid, I'm a jit But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah Yeah, woah I'm gettin' rich Leprechaun, I got a pot full of gold ey Your white friend fight demons She on the molly so she wanna go away We doin' well, we doin' fine I know some snakes, they really slime Bring me my money I need a lot But I can't sell my soul ey I can change, but I won't change Came from the fire, came from them flames Feel like a drug Charlie Sheen Don't do this, Imma mail your face I popped a pill, I'm in outer space I hit a lick, yeah this for the chase Ice on the chain Ice on the wrist Ice on the face, yeah You on some fake sh*t now We don't go for that We hidin' sticks for real Yeah we blow him back Know he a b*t*h for real Yeah, he shoulder stacked I got an AR with shoulder straps Bring out my dog and hold him back Give him my flow, I owe him that Take your head off and I mailed to your momma, I feel like I'm Weezy Yeah, I hear the flow, I see the act, they wanna be me, yeah Did a lot a sh*t that they can't This ain't easy I wanna f**k right now, no playin' Hoe don't tease me You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that Too many snakes hidin' in the gra** Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash Hit the gas, then I dash Imma just do my thing I cannot f**k with these lames, nah Too many sh*t reasons from them Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid Same age as they kid, I'm a jit But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah
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