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(R14)
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There will come a day my n***as don't have to put fork in a dish
Stuck in the bando, coulda been a chef
Look at the way that he whisk
I'mma tell babygirl, "go pack your bags", go take a trip to The Keys
The water is flawless, you can chill and catch a tan on the beach
Look at me
They don't want me in, cause they know that I'm a threat to what's current
I been going through some hard times
But the road to greatness comes with struggling
The bag, not fumbling
The hole in the back
My thumb went in
Speak up pu**y
Cause you're mumbling
We can't hear all the lies out your mouth
I been through accounts
And off the work, I made some amounts
Shawty move in with me
I'll take care of the bills, man of the house
I didn't change, I grew up
The old me, he's not around
sh*t didn't change
Worth went up
She been bad
She got all around
Lets run up the town
We been f**kin up some digits
You rappers don't follow your own path
A lot of you scared to admit it
I can see it
A little fish in the bowl
Get out your comfort zone
We talk about it in person
This convo's too hot for the phone

2 AM in the morning
Double cup, we're still pourin'
10 grams of that loud stuff, these drugs been imported
Made a play down in Norwich
I'm OK but I'm not rich
Sports seats in foreigns
Benz, Jeep, he fallin'
2 AM in the morning
Double cup, we're still pourin'
10 grams of that loud stuff, these drugs been imported
Made a play down in Norwich
I'm OK but I'm not rich
Sports seats in foreigns
Benz, Jeep, he fallin'

On my life, man know I'm a thug
That's why I don't mix this money with love
Tell her hold this wap, my cinnamon bun
I'm running them down, I'm pickin' you up
If I ever must choose from chopping it up to putting it down, I'm chopping it up
No pay as you go, she's topping it up
Give her the bone, she's topping it up
Give her the bone, she's ringing me down
I got the racks on me now
She let me nut, all in her mouth
That's how it goes when no one's around
All of these n***as relyin' on me
All of these b*t*hes be lyin' on me
I cannot fold
It's a part of the streets
And now they keep ridin' on me
But it ain't no pressure
When we step we're doin' it better (Dududu)
Tell a sweet one burn this sweater
She was on job from the day I met her
Do I make you nervous?
Or do I make you wetter? (Mhmm)
She don't want this love, I don't get her
I just want guns cause baby it's pepper
I got peng tings calling me murder
What you know about murder?
Free Bo, like SlapIt and Turna
I'm in the C like Natty and Werma
I got dead tings callin' me Mally
What you know about Mally?
She's chokin' on buds like Cali
I got love for the money and Mary

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