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when crying in corvette 
I mean... life's working out, but I need Bo- flex
So I'm shooting in the gym, all work no rest
What's next for the boy, idk
But

I send 'em back down Sig', I know you 'The Truth', nigga

You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
You ain't

Vibes Only
Pure Vibes On Me
Work
If the gas on
Hit the gas on em like skirt
I’ll be whippin whippin whippin
Till I’m whippin in a vert
Making sacrifices

Young boy you can't
Fuck with the talent nope
Neck gets wet, no sweat
This Atlantic
Money plus hard work
Are my habits dope
One day imma rule
This whole

weight on my shoulders but I carry it by choice
Its hard work but I don’t like to avoid
Its hard work but put some trust in the boy
Its all I know so I

black  boy killed in the streets by police
We’ve seen the footage, you and I know he didn’t deserve to bleed
Lawmakers I called but was told
Please leave

and a fatty
It get nasty

Tell 'em get at me
Probs then I got to shoot
Yeah I got the work, and it's good
Come and cop a few
Plus I got a crib, got a Jag

this for fun
This is for us, me and my mental
This ain't a rental, no i can't let go
I'm beatin' up on these boys by like tenfold
Homie I'm set
Talent is

Alchemy epiphanies
Had to tell it all literally
Just spit it so vividly
All together like symmetry
Could measure up in any weather
So mufuckin'

(Work)
Momma look at your boy I'm almost there now (I'm almost there)
Use to talk about me, and laugh at me I know y'all mad huh (I know they mad huh)
I

things I want to do I got em listed
Can tell you about my dreams but I rather show completion
Life of priorities and the first is better living
Took double

I'm a boss,
Now we at Neiman's it use to be ross,
I had to leave em ain't gave me a choice,
My momma told me don't play with them boys,
I came from

Why you gone do that? Nobody gone catch that
This that, even if they missed that
What happened to that boy? 
No what happened to that bitch? 
That's

Used to steal there, now Im trappin out the store
Papi drop the blues off , I tell em adios,
Never met a nigga like me it aint even close,
I can lose

to tell
Rat ass gangsters only gonna die in hell
Say he outstanding never spent a night in jail
Any set up shit ima make em bite da shell
All them broke

your hands on me you better think about ya mama fuckin crying
I make the devil fucking cry
Whenever i ride by just remember to mind ya business boy im

bless all the souls who thought to work with the kid
And let me tell you this not talent boy I worked for this shit

they can't neglect all this work
They doin' none, seeing this really hurts
But nothin' hurts more than see my cousin in that dirt
And in his favor, I'm

fueled, gotta duel with the deals, feel something rugged, while i'm huggin on the thick

work like employee, but your boy hard charging, been in the game,

Ya
It's ya boy Ram Realla, stylin' and profilin'. You know how this shit go
Finna be on some dumb shit, ya know
A1Money
Ya, ya, ya
Shit going dumb

up with a stranger
Aman said he can't relate, he makin' all this paper
280, 92 and I tell em see ya later
Your ex on triple X, I shoot below the neck

it
Bitches wanna fuck, and I tell em what's up
Then they start clowning and I be like that's tuff
I don't really care who the fuck hatin' on me
Born

stacking(stack stack) 
A couple racks up in my purse
Just let me show how it work(let me show you)
I’m tell you how I live but I’m a show you what I’m worth
Don’t

better tell that boy to vest up
And I been thanking God 'cause he blessed us
Chains on my neck but ain't no one arrest us
Been through hard times I ain't