Italy

I'mma give him a slice but I ain't selling pies
If you want a nigga that's nice, non televised
Medicine for the mind, you can get a dose
Mix it with a blunt of the ganja, as you sit and post
Get the money in stacks but they ain't pancakes
Still got free mixtapes for my fan base
I hit the track and go ape, you spit monkey bars
My gangsters move, you on a straight path, funny cars
It's me and Mary Jane, she my lady friend
I keep a condom on it to keep the babies in

No real estate but I'm from the realest state
Feeling like I'm stuck here, I never will escape

Everyday same shit, it's still at stake
I paint a picture with words, illustrate

This that part where your head get that nod
We only rocking with niggas that's getting bread with the squad

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We out to get the loot, literally
You're not, then you can get the boot, Italy
You don't think I'm hot but your boo, feeling me
Your favorite rapper, I'm in the booth, killing me

In the booth like Stuart Scott, no tour stop
A store stop for sure, the whore drawers drop
Married to the game, we was just newlyweds
Young, dumb, smoking the bomb, dooby heads
I'm from the city where many niggas die
So I'm posted just in case any nigga try
And I bet they get ghosted when we let them fly
If they suffering, fuck them, we gon' let them die
Head shots left his thoughts and his dreams on the dash
Used to do this for fun until we seen all the cash

Yeah, I get the job done, I'm clocking in

Ski mask at your door, may I come in?
With that burner on you, will you get it popping then?
What's the next bandwagon that you hopping in?
Yeah, we ain't giving free rides
And I put that on my very last pair of Levi's
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We out to get the loot, literally
You're not, then you can get the boot, Italy
You don't think I'm hot but your boo, feeling me
Your favorite rapper, I'm in the booth, killing me