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Aye, bro is that Jambo? Did dirt that I don’t regret What demons pick me next? They gon’ ride for a n***a when he winning, when I lose, will you still be there? Imma bury this cash, Imma cut off the Visa I be right with her friend, every time I leave her (I’m Sorry) Money ain’t no problem, it won’t hurt to spend it (I’m Sorry) We gon’ hit his block up, it won’t hurt to spin it (I’m Sorry) Make them youngins suit up, come and clear the business (I’m Sorry) This what I told the cashier, blew a bag up in Lennox (I’m Sorry) Sitting in the back of the Rolls, I don’t evеn know how to park it Even all them times I was walking, I still had a goddamn Carbinе Money grow on trees, I’m a dog, barking Tell my shooter “Get a n***a shot”, then we bargain Later, we hit all the strippers, f**k bottle girls later I wouldn’t be where I’m at, I thank God for my haters Ball like a Center, if we want his hand he gon’ need Staples I see ‘em watching The Backend Child, it’s the new cable She telling me I’m dope, I’m the new 80’s Codeine my organs, they left us starving, they want a part of me I got some paper, I spin on the daily, you’ll never hear what I need I flip a coin in the water every morning, and I wish death on his people (I’m Sorry) Diss me in a song, we don’t aim for the leg, he should’ve paid for a feature (I’m Sorry) I’m into my feelings, I wish I was with ya’, sometimes I feel like I need you (I’m Sorry) I came in the game with aggression and pain, some say I come off as evil (I’m Sorry) I’m a star with a red dot, don’t trip They see the water on a n***a so they jump ship I tote 3 Glocks, why they be trying me I sip Codeine, it help with Anxiety Get to that Money Bag, just like I’m Ari It’s hard to speak on my life, Why? I think the police gon’ knock me, I’m outside, I treat the hood like an island Back when we was homies, you wanted me on Now that we off, you want me gone They keep throwing salt, I’m still in the field like Julius Peppers Go retarded on beats, when they gon’ feel a young n***a special Got a Glock in my briefs, we either gon’ die or live in these Ethikas Don’t know if she riding, she rolling my weed She give me head, shawty from Greece Counting these Jackson’s, money in bleach I’m musty, I’m grinding, I don’t get no sleep, but they say I rap like I got a degree Imma bury this cash, Imma cut off the Visa I be right with her friend, every time I leave her (I’m Sorry) Money ain’t no problem, it won’t hurt to spend it (I’m Sorry) We gon’ hit his block up, it won’t hurt to spin it (I’m Sorry) Make them youngins suit up, come and clear the business (I’m Sorry) This what I told the cashier, blew a bag up in Lennox (I’m Sorry) Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa I put up some racks and I f**k on the baddest My Paw-Paw on Codeine, I’m serving my daddy Speed, do the car dash, sorry to Travis N***a, slow down for who? I’m ready to crash F**k these rap n***as and visuals, I was just watching an ad, yeah No you cannot shake my hand, everywhere I go I adapt, yeah No she not a dyke, but when we ridin’, I gotta give her a strap, yeah I didn’t run track, but I always keep a gun in my lap, aye F&N bullets go straight to your momma Smoking on Cookie, I turn to a Monster I just left Hell and that motherf**ker froze now Sh*t can go left, then it be up, then them n***as start writing names down Don’t go to sleep, after we f**k, girl I want you to go right now I’m sorry I know you’re from Nap Town Oh, Oh, Oh
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