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I am f**ked up, yuh

Big ego on the b*t*h, I bet I seen enough
Seen them comin from a mile, so we doubled up
Sympathy ain't trust, seen them bounce like it's double Dutch
Holy f**k, signed they soul, for the devil suck

Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag
Feeling like 100 like the loaded mag
Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag
Feeling like 100, yuh, yuh

Half you f**kas parasite
Living in the past life, pa** time get pa**ed by
You odd, got too bozo to cut ties
I seen the pu**y boy in ya f**kin stride, simpin
Deaded to the cost of the system
B*t*hes on they knees, no religion, sick em
Bustin through the kitchen, for a smidgen
F**k around and visit where you livin
I put my plans on everything
I want more than I need like fify racks in the jean
To throw it at they teeth, chit chat came back, just to make a scene
Stanley with the clip, cut the green for the team
That's a fam, f**k a friend, f**k you mean?
You had big dreams, and big tings
But thoughts of me been a daily routine
B*t*h thought she got it like me
Sad that they only ever wanna be seen
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign

You talk a lot for a money fiend
You said it’s ones boy it better be
Sh*t changed I be f**king growing money trees
And what the f**k made you think about me differently
I put the work like it’s motherf**king ten of me
Ya brother dead I think it’s motherf**king meant to be
I get em burnt, give a f**k bout what you think of me
And get them bands like I need that sh*t to f**king breathe, skrt
Off that motherf**king lot i get my brother from the dirt
Motherf**ker did a lot, yeah i bet that sh*t hurt
Yes I’m trippin oh my god you tellin me you never heard?
I seen everybody ever f**k with me been getting burnt
Give ‘em no favors, f**k what you came for
Bad 48 cause you found out what you made for
Kickin in the same door, that money was not yours
Just because you think that you can rap doesn’t buy tours
Y’all about to die poor
Pick that sh*t the f**k up you gon’ find out what you die for
Y’all ain’t bout to settle once you realize that you want more
Think about that sh*t before you worry bout how I score
Yeah, b*t*h how I score

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