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We could do it like how we used to with no hook Got a nice little breakdown after the verse and shit Uh Crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs Nigga you took too long to come get that shit, now it's gone It sells itself when it's packaged this well Can't sit on a shelf, they copping it in cases of twelve I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up the shells We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail I keep it real And that shit pays me well, on a major scale But I still push for expansion, see it's really all about branding Internalizing the business mechanics, billionaire tactics Got buildings in Cali, got ranches in Dallas, marijuana and cattle We slinging it all see It don't matter one stop shop Got the Z121 with the top dropped I'm parked outside of the strip spot These bitches delivering money knots They all smiling when they walk out Single file, in a line to give me mine The love to see me shine Baby had a sparkle in her eyes To me it looked like dollar signs Alright Real nigga, authentic, Batman, Bruce Wayne, still kicking 5 cars, pour a 4, three cups, one nigga, two bitches Real nigga from New Orleans and the A to boot Still fucking with me Trademark straight pimping, sauce dripping, G range, Scotty Pippin I was too real for them lames I was too real for them lames I was always 'bout my change Four solo albums, still doing my thing What the fuck is you saying Y'all niggas faking and playing Me, I've been about my business Bank account that's my witness Got a hundred mill on my wish list You ain't speaking 'bout no money bitch I ain't really trying to hear that shit Talking bags in my convos, ninety bags stashed in the condo Boss man I'm the CEO Tanto, the head honcho Tell your worker run them bags over Need all my bands pronto Living life on the edge, I'm taking a risk I'm taking a shotty to make it a mist Used to be broke as a joke my nigga that ain't no myth Was raised by queens but still there ain't no love for no bitch I'm cool as it gets, I shine like the sun, I flooded my wrist She told me a mil, I'm fucking her friend in the back of the Benz Just me and my dogs, we killed this shit once, we gon' kill it again My momma was working, my brother was trapping, my pop in the pen They call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that's what it is I told my little bro them niggas be talking don't trap out the crib I'm feeling like Mitch, I hustle like Nip, cause somebody in One life to live, my homie got shot he took two to the ribs Cooking that audio dope, they tell me it's all in the wrist It's still fuck a lame and still fuck the world and how you feel Can name a few kids who still pack a steel and get real in the field My summers was cold, friends had no phones It is what it is
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