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Load up the basses, ready for war and I been through the matrix
You heard what Cole said, niggas is punks, they really gon' save em'
I'm sliding the drizzy, the music loud, I was counting the jaded
Go legit, these niggas gon' snitch, new paper, my hands gon' itch
Don't do it, recession is here, fear none, I'm making it clear
F color, the stones is clear
Maybach, I seek in a seat
V12, huggin' the road
It's a scale right here for sure
None of this right here to show
On the ground, them niggas just actin'
On the ground, them niggas just baffin'
Want cash right there, I grab it
Money problems, stay with the bad bitch
She gon' go wherever the bag is
Ducks sauce, hunnid its plain
Buzz down with the guys, its change
Reds home, I get him a range
Lil' dumb nigga, please stop playin'
I'm an addict for M's for sure
Early morning, I walk out the door
Why you hiding they ready to slide
I'm right here, outside
Bitches will turn they back, even when you do them right
No matter how much you spend, she's still a Leave your side
I'ma go cash out on my main bitch, she deserve it
Killin' these kids with fent, drug dealers so dirty
I cannot lie, made a M, off of them 30s
Look around, what I miss? When the smoke clear, I'm still here
Unforgettable, genetable
When I get home, I eat it on my knees
Nigga I got you don need a vacay Nigga that
On God I ain really worried about first place
Things get tricky, the fiends post right on the backstreet
36, 36, 36, Go prezzy like Pablo
Walkin' her house, puttin' her down, she don't got no clothes
Figuring me out, can't, you got serves, ain't diggin' her down
We come from minimum wage, 50 bottles in the hallway
All of this for this, yeah, nigga, if you gonna take it or not
That's exactly how he ran up a lot, M.O.P., gotta give me a mop
M.O.B., I was living by it, hot fiend, she just try and try it
Most time, these niggas lying, pull up on me, I'm staying quiet
Nigga, this shit is wired, I'ma go
Cash out on my main bitch, she deserve it
Killing these kids with fiends, drug dealers so dirty
I cannot lie, I'm in a M, off of them 30s
Look around, what I miss, when the smoke clear, I'm still here
Forget about it
Inedible, when I get home I eat it on my knees
Call it from the ghetto, I'm a rebel
See my grandpa in the casket, out belize





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