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It ain't a blessing if you sin for it, said it like six times But I don't practice what I preach, I got six grinds Cah I got a son who turned six, I gotta get mine Free my brudda Ratty he's in the can for like the sixth time Skipped death a couple times but I live four lives Even though I'm Muslim I could never keep four wives Love my bro four times Try touch him I be rising up my .4 twice Tryna buy a crib, you be buying up some more ice I bought my bruddas tape, you buying More Life Never been rich I been poor twice Heart's gone cold, it just pours ice f*ck Young Thug and them dons, I bang 2Pac f*ck the bouncer in the club, I brang two packs My brudda got an ounce in the club, it's how we do akh This year I gotta fly to Dubai and link Fuad I grind in rain, now I got the brightest chain I could never snitch, I'd rather die in pain And that's word akh, to the world akh They can take me now or hit me with a bird akh Feelin like Bigs man, tell em top shotta's back Bangin' out Trapz and Potter tracks I lost a Z last fed chase But it's not a L my G, that's shotta's tax About gangster, your bank account banter I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta About gangster, your bank account bankrupt I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta About gangster, your bank account banter I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta Tryna find happiness within My brudda got a twelve but he's happy on the wing Any whip I get I'm blackin' out the tints I told my wifey wait and I'll be splashing on your ring like You gotta wait until your time's right Spin a rapper like my brudda Limelight Five years strong, and the 'nect's got the same buj Mans think they bad, till they 3 weeks in J hood My brudda's on the run they got him living in Qatar Told my brudda open up a Bible or Quran Yeah my chain's shining but you find me in the dark f*ck losing money I be losing my Iman like I could never be a popstar Coulda been a doctor Never eating lobster Always in the 'ood, with some chips and a box of wings Rather stab you up cah the roads aren't a boxing ring About gangster, your bank account banter I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta About gangster, your bank account bankrupt I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta About gangster, your bank account banter I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta I'm in my city with a fizzy and a Fanta On the roads tryna chase the profit When I should try intimidate my prophet Born Muslim but I'm moving like a kufr Twenty shots'll have you moving like kapoof Let the mash squeeze and put it in his handkerchief Gangster boy, I don't need a gangster bitch Got bars but I'm sinnin' for my P's This music ting's dead I can't be living off of streams Before I wake up and tweet off my Spotify Get a box, break it down, shot a nine It's looking crazy in the street Active on the roads but I'm lazy on the beat like
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