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Huh, huh
You hear that sound?
The sound of a Kingpin (Kingpin)
When he walk (yeah)
Look up, my G
We gon' try that shit out
I stopped lookin' the wrong way
And went the paper route
I got some bricks
And went and built one more house
She never got a word about getting kicked out (no)
I pray to God that my hustle gon' be loyal to me
Don't try to get more
Fuck the closest thing to me
Don't you ever go sleepin' with the wrong women
You got that, super?
You don't belong in it
I count my money so much
I done caught gangrene
I love my head so much
We on the same thing
I just wanna see you smile
You just wanna see me down
Remember what I tried to say
I bet you gon' believe me now
Soon as I got it, they tried to divide it
But nobody tried to provide it
Nobody tried to provide it
Nobody wasn't beside me
You are the people that were down for me
You are the people that care for me
Don't you ever go left for me
We the only thing left for me
God gave it to me
I hope the Lord don't take it
The rubber I don't give me
I'm just trying to make it
I'm just trying to make sure
My tits gon' be back in the cell
All the hell that you might not get
Can't call on you for hell
God gave it to me
I hope the Lord don't take it
The rubber, I don't give me
I'm just trying to make it
I'm just trying to make sure
My tits be back in the cell
All the hell that you might not get
Can't call on you for hell
What are we gon' support? What's that?
What name you ask? It's sh-
I made my petite bad
I don't need a badge
Sometimes I like to bless them, like
I never had shit
Still not here to have a shit time
I don't call them for my problems
I don't even go around them
Even if they love me today
I bet they will go ahead and find them
Somebody tried to tell me, I ain't treat my chicken right
Come to Pakistan
You see my chicken living right
Strip clubs every night
Sell them single bottles
All the old heads begging me to open their doors
They think that I can be the best son-in-law in the world
I ain't trying to be rude
But I don't want to be close to girls
All I think about is money
I can't get it on my mind
I don't want nothing in my back
I don't even need a spine
I just sit back and relax
I just sit back and recline
What they talking about? They lying
I did that for this million times
God gave it to me (oh, man)
I hope the law don't take it
The rubber, I don't give it
I'm just trying to make it
I'm just trying to make sure my team don't be back in the cell
All the hell is you, my n-
I can't call on you for help
God gave it to me
I hope the law don't take it
The rubber, I don't give it
I'm just trying to make it
I'm just trying to make sure my team don't be back in the cell
All the hell is you, my nigga
I can't call on you for help




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