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My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
This beat from Murda (Murda)

Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them b*t*hes now
First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound
Thank God, I ain't been broke in a while
Do what I do to a T, you my child
I left the b*t*h in the field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a baow
I'm hittin' 'em hard, make 'em throw in the towel
Don't get 'em started, if you ask me, I'm the hardest
Ain't come to play with these boys, I ain't Carti
AMG big body, sound like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain't telling' 'em sorry
These n***as boring, I'm on some more sh*t
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin'
Ran up ten million and still ain't get c*cky
f**k your opinion, don't need it, I'm poppin'
Told all the bros catch an opp, then he droppin'
Everyone hot on my label, got options
Send your deposit, we come to rock sh*t
Breakin' in cars, my lil' bro like a locksmith
That n***a throw it up, he on them Roxies
Why you keep buyin' these chains and these watches?
How can I not? Every day I get profit
Upped all my drip 'cause my Crips be watchin'
I really go from these projects to projects
They gotta take it with ease, they can't stop it
f**k it, ain't letting' 'em breathe, they can die
Think 'bout the bros every time I get high
Free the guys
Baby

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