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I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my zone aye
I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

I'm all alone, shots of patron dog with no roof, think I need a bone
Take all of this pain put it in a song
Super head what she got, yeah, she giving me dome
Underground king, yeah, I need my throne

Severing them rocks, the junkies get stoned
Stuck in these streets like a motherfucking cone
You ain't got ask yea, you know what I'm on
I'm drinking Hennessy, thinkin' bout the enemy

F*ck a lil' hoe that I met out of remedies
Don't know her name, drugs f*ck up my memory
Tryna live long, when I'm gone they remember me
Bday been passed, but I'm still gettin cake

I'm raising the stakes, put you on a plate
If he wanna play, then its yellow tape
That's no debate, he a cold case
I'm pushing pounds, tryna get rich

You pushing pounds just to go get a fit
Cross a nigga out like he ain't fit in the pic
Ran off with the toilet, I done took a nigga shit
Bitch I'm too lit , I feel like a bic

She can get passed, toss, flipped
I'm on my big boss shit, yea I'm on my big boss shit
My mama don't like how I'm living

But f*ck it, I'm thuggin', I'm stuck in the kitchen (I Am)
Shoulda seen this shit come as a youngin ain't listen, we just reminiscing
But we had to get it, I was just broke, man

I had to go fix it
Chances to make champions, got that from Glizzy
Got my life on the line, I had to risk it
One shot to the top, man, don't think I'ma miss it

I'ma get it low, ayy
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Bust up out the store, ayy
If it ain't about money, better not got my phone

I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store aye, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my zone aye
I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

I must be blind, cause I don't see no competition
Got a proposition for the opposition
Just surrender now before you pop up missing
See, I understand you in a tough position

The hustle mean more when you struggle with it
I pray that you blow up and bubble with it
But that shit watered down if you didn't get it
No photoshop, how you fake the image

Honestly, I'm tryna show you some modesty
Instrumental bandit, this a robbery
Kill the beat man, lets damage the property
I don't really see nobody stopping me

Or actually even topping me
Unless it's your bitch and that's probably
I'm so hot, got the devil want to copy me
I'm so hot, got the devil want to copy me

I lost my mind, I can't find it
No Tony Hawk on my grind, bitch
I don't know where the time went
My dawg stuck in the box on some mime shit

Ain't no lil nigga, I'm a big boss
I lost it all like I'm Rick Ross
No big damien, get your shit tossed
Put your trust in the bitch and get criss-crossed

Know a couple niggas plot on me
Straight outta the trench where the bottom be
I done been face to face with like  poverty
300 degrees ain't as hot as me

I'm the best with this shit in all honesty
Know these niggas tryna follow me
He ain't like that for real, he a wanna be
Better man than myself, what I gotta be

I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store aye, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my zone aye
I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home
Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

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