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It's that "Chew, you fly" sh*t
Queens to Buffalo and back

Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off, I'm gettin' money on the weekend (On the weekend)

Y'all always broke like the Coliseum escalator
We've been official, ain't no issue, just refresh the data
Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth
Never remix work and speak officially in the booth (In the booth)
Precise projection, pistol pointed at your tooth
Shoot the cameras first, then take that sh*t to trial, we gettin' loot
I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety
Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy
I wrote this with forty on my wrist and a .40 on my hip
I ain't never put a .40 to my lips (.40 to my lips)
Anchor medallion, rockin' kilos on our necks
Far from basic when we flex, rest in peace my n***as ex
We play dice games for gold maple leaves
Watchin' strippers scrape the floor, like they rakin' leaves
Take a freeze and a bump, tell me I'm the truth
My face is more handsome than it was in my youth
Black Benjamin B***on be stuntin' and somethin' bouncin'
In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on South, it Lauren AKA Laurenavici, uh

Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off from gettin' money on the weekend
Stick to myself because I trust me (Yeah)
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? (Yeah)
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' (Uh)
No days off from gettin' money on the weekend (Uh, look)

Went from movin' pounds of OG to havin' yayo bricks
Connect hit my jack and say, "The package on the way and shipped"
Make a b*t*h bag your box of razors and a plate of fish
I'm standin' at the stove, woah, Texas tornado wrist (Guess what?)
N***as prayin', I stay broke, well, look, they can quit (Haha)
The way I been gettin' bags lately, ain't makin' sense (I'm eatin', n***a)
When they see my next move, that's just gon' make 'em sick ('Kay)
All in their facials, my Draco' hit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
They hatin' when I'm gettin' fly so I'ma drip harder (Ha)
These is VS's, so my pieces hit harder (Bling)
This street sh*t, I'm still a big part of
I know my n***a in his forties, still shootin' like he Vince Carter (Hahaha)
Yeah, I used to break keys down (Uh-huh)
Now I'm gettin' rap money, bust the AP down
Any n***a that ever violated, can't be found
The flow like Jigga mixed with André three-thou
It's May Street, baow

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