Bet On Myself
$pace Kidet
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Yea I been in my bag these niggas is mad Hit up my plug cause that nigga got gas I f*ck it up and they give me congrats Said f*ck a little cookie man I need a pack Cause I double down and I make it right back I hop on the beat and it's under attack I bet on myself I didn't even need racks They listen to me like the wire is taped All in my business like where is he at I hit a show and spin it right back Like what do you know They paying the flow I get a crown and I drip it in gold Slap it with diamonds and now that bitch froze They want the talent that i'm fixing to show I got the mallet but i'm not a judge I promise you that I don't give a f*ck I fell in love with the hundreds and dubs So the pay a fee when I walk in the club I don't want to hear it just give me that gouda If you play around better call up to Buda I'm with my goons an them niggas be shooting And you not about it like who are you fooling I look at my homie and tell him to cool it If you lie one more time then I tell him to do it December my neck I just got a new jeweler And I got a new check and I think it is zooted I came in the game an they think i'm recruited But I started everything that I am doing F*ck all the fame I just want to do music I don't want your girl but my nigga she choosing I don't want to say it but nigga you losing You looking real sleepy like buddy be snoozing All on my fusion the way that I do shit Standing in place they don't f*ck with the movement Stop acting foolish, i'm back on my bullshit My nigga don't f*ck with Camaro my nigga drive Porsches I came on the field and I left these little niggas astonished And not to go be on no sweet shit but nigga I flourish Niggas think i'm in the grave Throwing that dirt on my name Thinking they knowing my pain But they never turning a page I got a little wind so i'm making a wave It's a hundred percent, that what i'm a take He stepping up cause he thinking he brave They better back down cause I got a k Ain't doing no cuts, I don't need a fade You had a buzz, but now that played Rollie big buss, like an escalade Three bad hoes an they love champagne Just heard my song like yesterday And it ain't on aux but its on replay Get the f*ck out my face and on with your day And I pay myself so i'm about to get a raise Put me on a song and I bet it gone pop Going dumb with a drum pointed at your top And you might get hit but I won't send shots Cause I got good weed can roll no opps Them niggas be weak can't hit my block And my shit heat when you get that drop ship I started wondering how you get fronted an still end up with nothing These niggas be jocking they bitches be flocking i'm using my free time like f*ck it I'm counting dinero in a fucking Camaro, I told my runner need to upgrade To the man in the mirror, I see it clearer I swear to god we on the same page We running the city and we get it litty, i'm bussed down on the front page Yessir Space Kidet in this hoe, appreciate y'all rocking out with me You hear me, chains clanking on the freestyle a little bit Yessir we going up, lets get it
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