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Aye. Okay. Okay I knew I was the greatest when I came out the pu**y Pockets full of Blueface look like I'm bangin' with Tucky They thought the labels was finna chef me now its twenty to book me I call the weed man Lucious, cuz he stay with the Cookie Okay Cuzzo tryna smoke but I can't send him the addy How he ride with sticks, think lil' bruh really think he a caddy Okay Every time he drive want folks to sit in the back But would put a seatbelt on the shotgun, riding shotgun, that's a strap for the strap Boy yo' favorite rapper stealing raps and that's facts And you tryna copy him? So sh*t you like a fax of a fax On IG and Twitter posting pictures with your BIG homey's stacks Boy bet' not be a dollar missing, when he ask for it back Man how ya'll even brag on that type of crap? Must be a new error of lid social media manager without a cap on this app Could make a dope addict relapse with a track All I spit is crack Make you call your uncle like, "Shawty, where my PlayStation at?" Alright Okay finna go OJ n***a too sick, flu sh*t, need copay Everyday young n***a hustle, Rick Rosé Season like Old Bay, shawty, you wish you could Don't play, really shawty d**k don't play Bring it to your door like Postmates Every n***a round here step, i'ssa probate Eleven eleven, b*t*h n***a I wish you would Hol' on, hol' on Hah hah I'm hot just like Jeffrey and Gunner Textin' this b*t*h from the Six, she a seven, like Vick But she chocolate, like Nestlé, I want her Light up a spliff, take a hit, she ain't talkin' bout sh*t Finna tell her quit textin' my number When I be stoned I be cold on a b*t*h Like Steve Austin I feel like a mu'f**kin' stunner, for real Aye. Hol' on Put a cape on the b*t*h if she mad, so she can be Super Upset If she ain't throwin neck, then I gotta put her in the past Keep it a'hunnid, my second life started when I saw this first one was all that I had If you feel the same, shawty go'n raise up your glass Hol' on, I said Seven multiply six then, that's forty-two that I sit b*t*h I been countin digits like the train trippin Spot, ain't gifted, got a bad Christmas Yo' b*t*h with me, and her hands twisted Lookin' like she bangin' blood, and crippin' She on go but we don't go together My sh*t sewed together like I hand stitched it Big dog, even 'round big dog Ballin' like tip off, got my chick p*ssed off Walking this b*t*h off, all in my missed calls One of my pitfalls, lettin' hoes get too close Its all good, I can't slip All praise to the big God, takin' me this far Even with withdraws hit me like brick wall Still put my best foot forward, this kickball ho? Mm I used to hoop at the Rec in my Recs Now my records get played on the regular No cap, you can check, I confess it's a check Everytime that I'm checkin' my cellular Don't buy that bullsh*t they sellin' you That sh*t is weird I'm telling you These n***a lookin' like shawty ain't ready... Well okay, okay We ain't humble, I'm humblin' n***as this year And I put that on God 'them Lug this sh*t like I'm temp [?] Reign(run?) my lil' light but I reign(run?) like I'm Shawn Kemp Yeah I know me some scammers, they think they magicians Clean out yo' account, thats a card trick But I keep it too real with myself and my dog Can't nobody say 'Tei on some fraud sh*t They know I'm finna blow like a cartridge Boy I hit the booth and go super, Im Clark Kent Hunnids blue like they crew on they slots And I'm sellin' out shows, sell tickets like its Boston Givin d**k till a b*t*h exhausted, I don't even break a sweat Shawty think I do crossfit Ain't no cap in my rap, I don't talk sh*t Off the rip had the drip like a faucet Lemme stop playin Switch, Im ballin', I'm so awesome My cousin with me, ain't shy with the glizzy We had to survive in the city Atlanta no joke, they want smoke just like Bobby and Whitney We come from the side of the city where they don't wear vests They shoot at yo fifty, no cap Just like suran it's a wrap Why you think that we call it the trap? 'Cause this sh*t is a trap Porsche, push button to move it, that thang stupid Where the roof so translucent she tried 'put her hand through it Look, I'm feelin' like a movie, they shootin' like Stan Kubrick I'm coolin, but you know, cuz keep the drum like a band student? Look, the ride would paint neon, my chick colder than freon Peon, I'm Prime Time, boy these n***as should call me Deon Look, I'm on fire, you must heard (mustard), the kid Dijon Catch up (ketchup) if you can or Im lappin' n***as again What the f**k Hold on, hold on. Gimme a sec. I wanna talk some real sh*t too, you know what I'm sayin' I slick wanna rap for this whole muh'f**ker Imma go on the real sh*t then we gonna flip somethin' else Imma talk some real, hold on Aye, look, okay, look Ain't sh*t to fear but fear itself, and last year I felt the same Like life was a game, the cards the man in the mirror dealt Until I saw my partner get slanged, and I felt my spirit melt inside me But his body lay cold right there in that road, bro You see a scientist may ask you what is a soul And a atheist know he got one, he just don't know where it goes See a Christian man of faith might could tell you the path to take When you commence your grand escape from this world But nobody knows, so--- "Don't pay attention to what they tell you," is what they told me But am I genius or more a failure for listening closely? My partner wrote me from a cell in Fulton county jail Where he dwell cause someone caught a shell while he was at the Shell Look, he still had so much left in store, he used to work retail Him and his girl was on the right track, but now that's derailed She fell in love with double Cs like she had joint email And as a man he couldn't stand to see it, so he fell Into depression, so think hard when I ask you these questions Bruh, in what direction is you headed, decline or progression? I know folks who wouldn't harm a fly that would kill for your blessings We come from less but now these lessons- Hold up, okay I wanna believe you when you say you love me But lately I just do not know how to feel Skeptical on who really I could trust Can't be showing that weakness, that sh*t get you killed n***as be moving fugazi, that sh*t do not faze me my n***a Not even a lil', I forgive you though How can I down you when I know nobody around you been keepin' it real? Can't put my heart on my sleeve anymore Cause I peep how these people be takin' advantage How you gon slide me out worse than the n***as who tryna get over? We sposed to be family But I still love you my partner, my brother But I heard you tryna get me popped like a Xanny We from the same block, a n***a was shocked My antennas raising, they looking for static No YBN, this that Almighty dollar That got n***as all on my neck like a collar I'm tryna make sure them young n***as follow A different example than that sh*t around them But all he know is the block like a blocker He ain't got no baby, but got baby bottles He fifteen years old, running round with that chopper Takin' headshots, that boy think he a model Hold on, they know I can rap That just facts, know a n***a be droppin' them bangers Plus we been savage (Ben Savage) since he was on TV So I need a chick with some lips like Topanga She brought a friend, I brought the squad She said her name Nick, let's have a minaj We f**ked them all and them hoes needed walkers That's probably why them hoes from Texas, no rangers Changed up my number, let's chat on the Snap She said I kissed her, she lyin, that's cap Shout to Future, that boy must be dikin' How he don't wear a seatbelt, but ride with a strap? That b*t*h louder than Mystikal if we in danger Big 'O-doo-doo' make yo' ass hit a ganger I am not a gangster, that's just a disclaimer I'm just tryna count the C-notes like a sanger Which [?] you working? I'm [?], keeping angles Real recognize real, and yo' ass is a stranger Don't look familiar, boy you chameleone Your true colors hittin, but I got the vision They gave your b*t*h back, 'cause she just a complainer Must be on your taxes, the way that you claim her Put a spell on her like Hermione Granger But I am not Cedric, I can't entertain her Move your left, and move your right foot And now you off of my d**k I done seen how Def look, don't get your life took I'm with my dog I might Vick That boy cold as Marquette, but he a hot head That cannon on him like Nick When that chopper sayin, them bullets sprayin' Ooh, turn this up, this my sh*t Look at my eyes, I done survived A whole lotta sh*t I wasn't 'sposed to survive I want through the fire, to get to the bread Now I get baked and toast up with the guys Im in the five Middle finger, pinkie finger, now move it one over to the side Side swipe Swervin' through your lane, yeah I might Looking for me? Baby, buy I kite And wait for the lightning to strike I'm the key to this sh*t, try it out if you like If you wanna, but I don't condone her Didn't get my diploma, already knew I was bright as a star They ain't gon hold me, I know you know the art Of peer pressure, word to Kendrick Lamar Ain't down to ride? Then don't get in the car But I got in the car, tell my mom I'm sarr' Hol' on, collect calls n***a hell naw Pay the bill, charge it to the game, ain't no thang Lessons learned like the L Lord Grant me the serenity To accept the sh*t that I can't change Okay, okay Nothin' but change in my pocket But I was always pickin up the tab, like somebody dropped it I knew the profit/prophet would be coming soon Boom, I'm a profit/prophet, just had to unlock it Promise of my blood, sweat, and tears staining my momma carpet Okay Iunno, f**k it...
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