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June, you're a genius
Hitmaka

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just pur rhe Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, n***a, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just pur rhe Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to takе a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road ragе
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, n***a, beg your pardon

Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it
Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin' for these n***as, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got blessings of an angel everyday on me
Okay, church, n***a used to ask me where I'm from
Tell 'em Bankhead, n***a, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what's up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched
n***a, Tip been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin'
But moments in the past just made me who I am
That's why I don't run from it
Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don't like it, then f**k 'em
Get a little money then double level
Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin' with in Chinchilla
Road run, Rubberband Man
Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand
Well, Goddamn, my suggestion is that you follow your dreams in the b*t*h
Put your heart in this sh*t, you're bound to get rich, ni caop

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