Correction Lyrics Intro by M24

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(Sillkey)
(Rymez)

I blew a bag up in the store then another on my son
Pay the cost to live this life, I blew a racker just for fun
I gave some rackers to my mum, she got a rapper for a son
Coolie baddie wanna come, I blew her back out in the sun
My outfit looked expensive, now they're workin' out the sum
'Member days I was on the run for the stabbing that I done
Fed raided out my drum, didn't even find a crumb
Got this Cali in my lungs, I'm reminiscin' on my ones

Get money, f*ck bitches
f*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
f*ck around and get your head back lifted

Young nigga gifted but don't get it twisted
It ain't my fault that I took a man's missus
He don't fit in, he a real life misfit
They don't wanna risk it for a biscuit
I grew up in a ghetto, this is real life rap
They don't know about the ghetto, it's just real life cap
You ain't a real life man, you're a social guy
I do it real life, I ain't a social type
On cars or bikes, tryna out man's lights
Now it's nothin' but lights when I grab that mic
Makin' racks off rap, I made racks off packs
In the space of a year, got about ten plaques

Get money, f*ck bitches
f*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
f*ck around and get your head back lifted
Get money, f*ck bitches
f*ck the opp boys and f*ck snitches
Don't let me spin it and get wicked
f*ck around and get your head back lifted

Look, this music shit you got goin' on
It don't come around every f*ckin' day
When a motherf*cker like you make it, we all make it
What if I don't make it?
Listen, I told you how to get into the drug game
Now I'm tellin' you how to get the f*ck out
You don't have a record deal? Then go out and get one
But you're not goin' back on the block

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