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Spending dem Raqz again ,
I’m bringing dem packz back in ,
I’m serving who next ,
We out here trafficking ,
Clutching the straps again ,
We cutt’em wit techs ,
Flooded my wrist wit begets,
Slip off the condom & aim it then spray on her necc ,
I used to sleep by the rec,
Now I got hunnits hunnits hoe what you expect ,
I was the one you neglected, now I’m the one you respect , I had to reflect , Then heard the call from my destiny , picked up the phone the Lord blessing me , clearing a check , I used to feel like a spec , used to look down on me , now look up I’m on a jet ,
Money old like charlottes web ,
Got it tucked up like a bed, I’m thinking ahead,
Niqqas moving special Ed , flexing for the gram , pull up dey ain’t got no bread ,
Shells keep falling till one hit the head ,
I Know some crips that’ll turn ya blocc red ,
Working the pot , turn the spot to a company ,
Talk like a boss betta watch how you come for me ,
Call up ya bitch when I need her to comfort me ,
Stack up the dead till I’m living in luxury,
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They get ghost when that tommy wit me,
Losing weight smoke a pound of that tree,
Flip more paper then haters could read,
Said She wanna be wealthy ,
I told her get healthy girl come get this vitamin D ,
Like a agent I’m stealthy I slide in & out of her DM ,
That’s mission complete,
She was like ,
why all these ratchets on me not the bitches I’m talking bout fully autos wit extensions , Equipped wit
A silencer don’t like attention , been doing all kinda dirt I’m from the trenches, Die or survive , don’t choose to be no victim ,
,My niqqas on Go & won’t stop till they get’em , they wanna move slimey hit’em wit the Venom,
My pipe near the pipey underneath the denim,
Strap on my back I face my adversaries,
I’m killing these niqqas wit vocabulary ,
Remember dem days I had no bag to carry ,
But now that I’m paid I give’em bags to bury ,
Step in the booth & you know I’m gone snap,
Hit after Hit the Boy come with the slaps,
The streets couldn’t feed me , so you didn’t me , you back when I’m on where tf was you at ,
pour up the juice , ,
Put his head on the table we splitting his melon , riding wit felons my niqqas ain’t righteous , you catching mo bodies my niqqas get jealous , V.I.P dey quarantining our section , throwing green out like I’m coaching the Celtics , fk a selfie hoe I like my bitch selfish, I’m fkn her raw then I bust on her pelvis,
I told’em,
Gimme da task , what ever I do Betta come wit mag , how ever i move bet I’m under a mask ,dirty hunnits make it spread like a rash , peeling bands ,
Like removing a scab, tinted up how I move thru ave , know the blocks never needed a nav , hit a flock when I needed a bag , then I re up again,
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- Hip-hop & Rap