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(Cash walked down this beat, uh) (Can't rush the vibe, Rando) Yeah, phew Got my— got my— got my seat dropped Got my heat c*cked Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, yeah, servin' everything Got my seat dropped, got my heat c*cked Trap clean and re-rock, I rock Diors like they Reeboks Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, servin' evеrything I got one block, I got two, then I got three blocks (Three blocks) A lot of shells and cliеntele, I got the streets hot (Streets) Cocaine in the Ziploc, drank red like I'm a treetop (I'ma) I'm the real version, baby, he not, and I'm still sellin' out Green Dots (I'ma) I'm a real street n***a, couldn't make this up at all (Phew, all) Yeah, came up from the jungle, out the mud, then balled (Then balled) Yeah, standin' b*t*hes up, they waiting for my call Yeah, I just took a pill, I'm gon' go crazy when this b*t*h dissolve (Dissolve) Mr. Keep It Real, you n***as fake and I can't f**k with y'all (With y'all) I was in the trap every day slingin' (Yeah, yeah), I was taking calls Even when they out, still pumpin' crack, n***a, like f**k laws This money got a n***a mind gone Half a million payment came through my phone You better keep them hoes up out your business, you know I'm quick to send it Worth a couple millions, about my brothers, I'ma flip the ceiling (Uh) I'm chasing after Franklins Bust your a**, then say, "Amen" Don't let this jewelry bait you in (Uh) You'll never look the same again You'll never breathe the same again (Yeah) Never walk the same again You'll never talk the same again And that chop knocked down eight men Call the shot and say, "Amen" I make amends, then pray again (Yeah) Tell 'em, "F**k what the business is, I'm a big dog, I ain't weighing in" I ain't checking in with no n***a set, but I'm dropping blocks in them projects (Yeah, yeah) Same young n***a on the stage putting cocaine in a Pyrex Lot of lame young n***as in the game, but we ain't the same, I'm not that (Not that) Nowadays, n***a wanna hit the blunt, but I'm the same one that they laughed at, goddamn Now these n***as look surprised (Uh) My hands on windows, slide My shooter, won't see his eyes I been waiting for a long time (Time) Turned a four and a half to a nine (To a nine) Turned a nine to half block, been working hard, but I still ain't tired I turned a half a block to a whole Goddamn, young n***a, you cold (Uh) Took my b*t*h on the road with some 'bows, she best ain't focused, you better be watching the road When I get that load, I'm in that mode, I get that 'bow and I stretch it (It) And I already know these n***as some hoes, they send sneak disses, I catch it (I catch it) Can't come to the city, ain't doing no shows, gon' stretch 'em as soon as they exit Come test it (Facts) Hundred rounds or better, f**k a thirty clip My hood, nobody made it out, but a lot of n***as got murdered here Got my mask on and my stick out, I just walked in like a burglar (Ah) Yeah, phew Got my— got my— got my seat dropped Got my heat c*cked Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, yeah, servin' everything Got my seat dropped, got my heat c*cked Trap clean and re-rock, I rock Diors like they Reeboks Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, servin' everything
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