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Uh, you know what, you talk too much you need to shut the f**k up
I'm sh*tting hard again, back up the dump truck
You underneath, then tough luck
I've been around the block before, know what's what
Celebrated consistently, Blue should have never toast you n***as one cup
I was falling apart inside, but kept my physical silent
You heard the sounds, they throwing shots at me, I 52 blocked it
Life is a bumpy ride, I had to kick a few the f**k out it
Prolly could've forgave some of 'em, missed the principle bout it
I fell but grandma told me "Baby you gon' be ok"
This sh*t ain't done, evеn though sometimes it may seem that way
A n***a run and playing we gon' havе a DOA
I dip a few blocks, leave the b*t*h with my cuz where people stay
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
Envy'll hide behind the compliments, so watch who you take em from
Long story short, our life's a b*t*h, you've got to make her c*m
I got sh*t I'm willing to die for, y'all better pay for them

f**k your mind, I ain't got the time, death by my design
You be acting b*t*hmade all the time, dawg you're outta line
Talking just to talk, ain't got a real reason behind the rhyme
Got to be 100 getting money, here's the bottom line
Uh, nicer than all these n***as out combined
You've still got to remind these n***as time to time
You know anything about me, you know I'ma shine
Your grinding is relatable, my zodiac's a dollar sign

Uh, You thought my first was a fluke, I couldn't believe y'all
Every nightmare I woke up brought me a dream car
Masculine when I'm tapping in, keep the gossip between y'all
Hope you grow but you local though, never rocked an aren', dawg
Crazy keyboard killer, he ain't got up out that apartment yet
You've got a few fists, talking designer with the architect
Your favorite rappers meme you to death, your bars ain't sharpen yet
You jokers can't get the time of day with the narcolept
You big shots are supposed to be busy, still got the time to vent
Couldn't bear what I net, Kevin Durant, Ja Morant
Everybody behind the cams, behind my stamp
You know the ropes, put the dancing around behind you chimp
Always've been branded, might see the logo in any spot
Six figures off of hoodies every drop
I drive a pump, making the Chevy hop
One of the realest n***as to ever do it, dead or not

Yo, mind your bidness, ain't in my business meetings
Thank you for constant disbelieving, my gift is streaming in different regions
Another run, I'ma pick up leaving, my trips Beluga
I'm booked this season, you serious, is the hooker freezing?
Punches ringing like [?] Davis and late payments
Too many dead pounds around me, I had to make changes
Coat so heavy they brake hangers, you've got to check the pockets
You moving backwards, more withdrawals, and less deposits
I seen you out there complaining, I've been cooking, damn
Speaking on me like you know me, never shook my hand
Before you die, got to make it out the hoods the plan
Red circles, middle of white tees, the look's Japan
Don't need my number, nine out of ten, I ain't picking up
Liquored goons got the heart of a lion with the cup
Everybody chasing the bag, 'till somebody zips it up
You gon' leave up out here struggling or rich as f**k?

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