| No more cooking up, it's all looking up |
| Me and |
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| manifest that shit |
| Pussy nigga talking, man, address that shit |
| Been too comfortable, they call it trolling, when you see my niggas rolling, |
| whoever die, you responsible |
| We don't back and forth, take the safety off |
| I don't really want my niggas going back up north |
| Yeah, like I don't see you in my reer view |
| That's why I don't be around much as I care to |
| Sware to God |
| Black Glock |
| Keep the money, get the money, mile long clock |
| These niggas walk around broke |
| If you ain't feed your kids, how the fuck you gon' smoke? |
| Rent's due, but all you do is rap about coke |
| These bitches only want a real nigga |
| Only love |
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| jail nigga |
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| Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck |
| Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck |
| Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck |
| If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for? |
| Go head and hate, lil brokey |
| Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey |
| Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey |
| Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key |
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| I'm a self-made nigga, well paid nigga |
| I done had money coming since the 12th grade, nigga |
| Money ain't everything, Ballmain everything |
| Louis V Range Rover, wood grain everything |
| First class everything, I don't do the coaches |
| Deers and the chipmunks, I don't do the roaches |
| House keepers everywhere, |
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| Glock 9 waistline, nigga, don't aproach us |
| Take me back to when I used to hang |
| You would think that I used to bang |
| But I wan't Blood or Crip, I was fuck who you with |
| And fuck who you did, nigga, listen |
| Silverback, my mom raised a real nigga |
| Fuck a post, see me, tell me how you feel, nigga |
| Instagram only gon' get you killed, nigga |
| Everybody tough, until the blood is spilled, nigga |
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| Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck |
| Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck |
| Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck |
| If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for? |
| Go head and hate, lil brokey |
| Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey |
| Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey |
| Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key |
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