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Jarvis
N***as ain't down, they weird
Going, I’m going like Tony
Time is ticking, ayy

T-time is ticking, money
Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday
Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy (uh)
Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting
Talking that bag, run it
Ain’t sh*t in my past funny
I turned nothing into something, we outside, you bluffing (let’s go!)
Leak sh*t, ain’t with it
You sneak diss us, we spinning
Spent two many racks in Lennox
Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching
Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it
Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted
I’m forever gang and winning

Bro sentenced, they pinned him, he locked up, penitentiary
His son, getting a lil bigger, heart real heavy
I don’t show no feelings (uh-uh)
That mula, I need it (uh-huh)
Gotta bag this yеar, I’m greedy (uh-huh)
Glock nine, hollows feed it (boom! boom!)
His new b*t*h, she wanna bе me (b*t*h)
I remember way back, my auntie selling crack (gang)
Them junkies in the back, trap-house with them mice and rats
Don’t ask me sh*t, don’t do that
These n***as running through that
They asking how you do that?
I’m from where they die and cool at
What happened to keeping it real?
These n***as ain’t down, they weird
Don’t cry no more, no tears
Just ran down on a b*t*h in the hills (on gang)
What happened? B*t*h who phony?
If I go, then I’m going like Tony
Don’t speak, cause n***as don’t know me
Money fetish, f**king on me
T-time is ticking
Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday
Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy
Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting
Talking that bag, run it
Ain’t sh*t in my past funny (uh, uh)
I turned nothing into something,  we outside you bluffing (let’s go!)
Leak sh*t, ain’t with it
You sneak diss us, we spinning
Spent two many racks at Lennox
Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching
Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it
Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted
I’m forever gang and winning (on gang!)

Lil’ body but they know I’m a shooter
Jump out, gang, we don’t spend in no Ubers
I gotta get ‘em, uh
Me and [?] two shots [?] stay with ‘em, likee
Uh, they know we hella sturdy
Everytime I see [?] he got ‘em all really dirty
They know I’m never worried
‘Cause I step on the court and I shoot like I’m Stephen Curry
[?], n***as don’t know what your name is
I just pull up and start flaiming
I just tell [?] to send the location, like—
I put a new beam on the Glock
I got a new thot for the opps
These n***as pu**y, notice how I rock
30 up in it, call that sh*t a mop
I call [?] and you know it’s lit
How you gon’ win if you don’t take a risk?
[?], he ran off with a brick
I told my b*t*h “That’s one hell of a lick”
Life is a gamble so I’m rollin’ trips, like, look—
Uh, Bizzy Banks, b*t*h, I’m known for the sticks
T-time is ticking, money
Gotta stack my bread til’ Sunday
Gotta move right, b*t*hes bummy (uh)
Last b*t*h said I’m pu**y, fronting
Talking that bag, run it
Ain’t sh*t in my past funny
I turned nothing into something, we outside, you bluffing (let’s go!)
Leak sh*t, ain’t with it
You sneak diss us, we spinning
Spent two many racks in Lennox
Popped me a pill, I’m geeked, I’m itching
Two fifties, t**ties, ain’t met a n***a fit it
Pull up, Maybach, windows tinted
I’m forever gang and winning

Applying, focused on my grind
Ain’t no n***a steal my shine, it will leave you blind
If I'm going, I'm going like Tony, go!

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