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MD, we ain’t even going to need a clean version for this one (Uh-uh) This strictly for the streets (You Feel me?) I’m sayin' though, I come from Oakland (Straight up) Land of the motherf**kin’ rocks (City of the dope) Shout out to my Memphis n***as (Super) Takin’ this sh*t to Kentucky back down to Miami I’m sayin' though like, I’m blessed by the real n***as, I come from big E (Yeah) I f**k with Lil D (Yeah), Big Jook bless me, grip the CEO Aye Feez comin’ home too (You feel me) Still ballin’ in the lockout Switches on them yeekys, you dead meat soon as I hop out I made n***as turn into gamers, they ain’t wan' pop out I know Unc' just had to taste it once, he knew it was a knockout Rappin’ bеin’ one of my talents, sh*t, I nevеr thought ’bout I was sliding with Lil Dev trying to hit our mans soon as he walked out Since he pa**ed, I be missing my brother bad, so I been livin’ fast I was buyin’ bodies way before I bought a b*t*h a a** Do the plug bad, run off as soon as I run up my tab A made n***a, I sent ten hits since 2020, I’m a grave filler Real cocaine flipper, Hank hitter Hopefully the junkie don’t say this sh*t taste different Made a million in the pandemic I took a picture on Gotti’s page wit’ it 5500, red zone, gang member, yeah Man, you play too much (5500, red zone, gang member, yeah) I’m sayin’ n***as only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha I said I’m realer than ’em I said a n***a only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Yeah, man, yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Get you some motherf**kin' money) I put money on your head like Forgiatos on the whip (Mm) Never use a cut so n***a keep me out the mix (Mm) Emeralds in the watch, double R’s stamp on the bricks (Uh) Thought it was a problem but you know I got it fixed Ten bands, call ’em tin man ‘Cause all it take is ten bands for the hit man I’m so rich, quarter billion and it’s doc*mented (Whoa) I hope you not offended (Whoa) ’cause I’m ’bout my business (Whoa), I got a thousand b*t*hes My money number one, f**k how you others feel I do this for my sons, f**k how they mothers feel Drop by in broad day (Brtt), I’ma tryin’ to parlae (Brrt) I got on all my jewels, we in the dark days F**k n***as droppin' dead, choppa, we cop a head I give her shoppin’ bread, she give me sloppy head You know she in my DM, prayin’ she get to see him I let her roll the smoke and count up all the re-up I’m sayin’ n***as only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha I said I’m realer than ’em I said a n***a only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Yeah, man, yeah) Get-get-get up in your bag Hop out of your feelings, n***a (Smitty and Klep, let's get this motherf**kin' money)
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