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Ayy They hate to see me ballin' Cut my hair and they all turned to Ray Charles, ayy Thank God for sparin' my life 'Cause I ain't in jail and I ain't up in the graveyard d**k dope, she hit the tester 'cause I'm tryna make this show This b*t*h f**kin' up my schedule when I was dead broke Nobody thought about accepting us Hope all this paper don't get the best of us Ghetto say he trappin' 'til the feds come arrest us Gone off drugs, I don't know who is me Mismatch designer, put that Moncler with the Louis V Whip came tinted, my n***as spinned, ayy, with a MAC-10 Why NoCap with NBA? I'm thinkin' 'bout where I've been, ayy We made it through shootouts like Ray Allen Keep my n***as straight 'cause I hate faggots Subtractin' my friends, on two Addys Spit fire, now a n***a got the coupe draggin' I'm geeked and I'm loaded I hope you don't notice this Would the hood be focused If NoCap didn't exist? (5) My brother pushin' a bankroll I'm the same as my money, I can't fold No Instagram beefin', I can't troll I'm loyal to my hood, I can't roll Money wasn't never no issue, no Beat her back, mouth, won't kiss her, no Fill up that bag, got richer, woah Too many choppers, no issues, no Ride down the block, let it hang out (Skrrt) Really got smoke, bring the gang out Rap n***as scared to bring the chains out .223, we gon' bang out Walkin' down the block, got all my ice on Real big slime, I'm a big snake, python Hit him with a strap in the hand like Tyson Pop him with a tool, go to sleep, n***a, night's on n***as in the interrogation room gon' write somethin' Put him on the stand, courtroom, gon' recite somethin' Ain't even gotta question, know the feds come indict somethin' f**k with two b*t*hes, and one like to dyke somethin' f**k with two b*t*hes, but one like to f**k more I f**k with two b*t*hes, but one like to suck more f**k with some killers that sit in the cut f**k with some trappers that rerock and cut blow I meet with my family, I do it for much more I do it for Mazi and then it's a few more I hop out the truck and just jump in the two-door Do all the drugs just to take me to Pluto Sippin' on the lean, where is there a kickstand? Money get low, I'ma turn to a hitman Just for a lil' cheaper, gotta turn to the brickman Came from the streets, used to really be the nick-man They hate to see me ballin' Cut my hair and they all turned to Ray Charles, ayy Thank God for sparin' my life 'Cause I ain't in jail and I ain't up in the graveyard d**k dope, she hit the tester 'cause I'm tryna make this show This b*t*h f**kin' up my schedule when I was dead broke Nobody thought about accepting us Hope all this paper don't get the best of us Ghetto say he trappin' 'til the feds come arrest us
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