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Hoold onn 
You in a blunt,(aye)
and I’m in a coupe
Shit I gotta baddie with me in the booth,
and I gotta static and you got it…. too,
but I want

the man with the plan don't doubt me 
Bro bro went and fucked up dat line 
We set up in a different county

I've got sweet ones lighties 
She gives good

to worry who getting jealous
Darling

Wanna see Nirvana, but don't want to die yet
Wanna feel that na na though
Could you come by
Fuck with me after my shift

Bitch is that all (tell me)
All of their faces shit they be faking run up the ball (run up the)
When I get paid I take a vacation done with the calls

sherbert, drink the lean like soda pop
Driving to the paper, got the money on my mind
And I give it all my time, Gon never stop this grind
I keep her by me

was really born in Stark
So maybe me and Arthur ain't really that far apart
So I slid to Ox to start the grind that was in my heart
Neva even paid for

friend if he your friend because they calling you fake 
Can't disagree with no OG if he gone show me the game 
We been spectated by some haters but only

with Brick City
At the time she was fooling with Pretty Ricky
In '86 with your Salt N Pepa earrings
You was bugging out when I stole you them earrings

gang, how the fuck you getting hoed by a bitch
Var got a big ass chop, with some tits on it
The stove ain't have no motion, I threw a brick on it
Why

The bitch she can't hold me
I told this bitch it's OG
The mongo sauce cold
I told this bitch don't roll with me

SGT I'm pretty ricky
Broken shop for

controled by me
Bitches that ain't notice me now file
My nails and lotion feet
I'm buzzin uncontrolably
Richer than with no release
Most of these rappers

gotta do

Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man,

lonely
Cause these niggas ain't real
And that's what they showed me
But I been on my grind
A lot of this shit was a waste of my time
Thought he was my

was on the car like Leonardo
Two-tone Benz sittin' pretty like Winnie Harlow
Ridin' off laughin' loud as Ricky Ricardo
Ha, y'all niggas know

Yea, that's my people's right there man
With blood over there? Yea, that's my people
Guns over there? Yea, that's my people
Every time they pass me

talking behind my back
Face facts I'm the future and pretty soon you'll see
That I'm a motherfucking geek but y'all ain't better than me

Now I ain't ever

about her
She got something about her
That's pulling me by her side yea
I'm in love with a Jersey Girl
She's a really pretty girl
The one and only woman

Woke up to the sound of LA
Sirens ringing in my ear
The cops is on the way
Can't take me out my element
I'm blazing everyday
All I sees the finish

she like my homie (let's go)

I'm King Tut with my gold chain (gold chain)
My partner with me, he the dope mane (yeah)
Straight gas, nigga, that BP

team and you know they by my side
Best thang bout my team is we got our own grind
Papa taught me well I got my own mind
Believe in ya self and they cant

and my niggas goin

Catch me outside, I celebrate with my niggas
Trying to break the bank with that twelve figure
That type of loot, put a smile on a nigga

pretty pretty over pity pity She would play with somebody else
And That wasn't good for me, I'm a survivor, thorough bred
I wasn't guided, playing those

don't know
Land of the Hustlas, where the paper flow
Ricky Bobby fast, Shake and Bake for the dough
See me in a Cadillac getting low
Gleaming chrome with

on my wrist Yunno  it’s froze 
Time going by like tic tic 
Down on my wrist Yunno it’s froze 


Who’s that younger cutting my flow 
Who’s my icon Pretty