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to fuck
Getting to the grave is a ritual

You ain't talking money and you ain't listening
Eating caramel and that shit rich as fuck
All my homies look rich

that worth
Has grown beyond the person
The talent that they work for
Is worthless if the lord
Doesn't think that they deserve it
The lines are getting

she way too lit she sending pictures it don't phase me
I ain't have no life like this my occupation getting paper
I just walk in with my stick I keep

with yo'
Bitch Tokyo (Yea)
Took a line like a folio (Huh)
Getting bands nigga
Gotta go (Woah)
My bitch bad she
On centerfold (No)
Yeah she bad as hell

Not fascinated by all this make believe
Same ones that doubted saying that they believe
Bearing fruit I see a paper tree
Grow op making you pay per

no no no no, it's not at all
It never is

Trapped by the tasteless
Sucking off the A-list
Everybody wants to be celebrity, that's basic
I want this

spinning, I'm losing
Focus on what I'm doing, distracted by you
Infatuated while you do things, put you in a mood swing
Call you four five times, only getting

Give me someone to talk to
Not someone blue
I'm getting lonesome here
Waiting for you
So when you need some sympathy remember I may not be
The same

prayers
I walk in, I light up the shade
If you see me you probably gon' hate
Pushing P's you don't need you a skate
I love counting up money all day
If I

really besties
Ready to bounce like check please
Couple of blood suckers vampires by the way they tryna neck me and the bros
White on her toes
New money

can't worry about them
They just  mad I'm gifted

Yeah, I'm God's gift
Stackin' this money so high

I can see God's eyes
She want me to give her a lift

it's different, I swear
All of my ice, straight from thrift shops
I ain't drip in no Cartier
But one day, yeah, I will get there
You ain't get there by

Roll a 'lil something
It ain't nothing to me
Getting blunted
I been puffin' on a lot of this tree
I cut the static off
The media is killing y'all
It

blade
Ask me how i did it when i told em im self made
Rockstar i be feeling like im cobain
Money getting bigger it been feeling like Yao ming

Cant fix

Take care, get money, trust the process
I don't gotta flex for real
Back to the basics
Folks know I've been a threat to them
Use your head or lose your

her askin about me in the morn

Doing it for all of you
Just like I wanted to
She lift up her shirt when I ride through
I been getting it
By the minute

Sobriety check on a nigga
Who's steadily slipping
He might wanna sip slow
Slip of a tongue away
From getting interactions
That can bring out

inner eye until the end of time
That's the main way to see clear
Getting active in the Astral, no need for police here
Power the people, the Devil lies in

all my brothers getting hit up it's a warzone
Tryna find a way out bringing my people right along
Can't hang with fake now with my people right or wrong

Dirty money on me, mama told me get a Maytag
I ain't really the fan type, if I meet Rick, I'm taking his Maybach
I ain't really that flashy, just that

around tryna get your money
The art of getting by
Oh me oh my
I don't wanna lose my grip
Just play it again, just play it again
Cause I could stay forever

been chasing money since about fifteen
Make it out the ghetto that was all I dreamed
Now I'm getting gnarly whipping Harleys in the desert
Hanging with

a stack for the hell of it
Pack it up, headed west, pack it up, getting stressed
Crossed out, Letter X, Coroner be asking where your melon went
It's

breathing the only one standing
Yeah
You can judge me but I promise man shit getting ugly
All around me
In a rush please
I been stacking my chips like it's