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my father figures
Plus my niggas 
Play by pulling triggers 
Outside the laundromat 
Never at the pad 
My mamma call me 
Call her back 
Where you

hustle, it's for life.
Gotta' get that money.
I won't let noone put me in a box, I'm gon' fight my way to top.
Things ain't goin' right - you need a lil

smoke me no jewel
Marlboro reds chilling by the pool
Got a lil baby yeah she cool
She gone lick me up when i'm through
I stay play the king I don't play

Leather bucket white blazer on a bird
Me and my girl poppin tags takin turns
Respect aint given it's earned
Dont lie I heard that shit burns
Work up

And I can go back to the old me 
Livin wreckless I hope that you know me
Rag to riches got me feeling lonely
Made this money right up by my lonely

they get litty Off that hen or rum
Lil bro get ta' fighting nigga fuck that shit Go get A gun (Grrr)
She don't fuck with that nigga pillow talking Said

stupid head on me, double cup the red (red)
We don't fuck with rat niggas tryna play the feds (what?)
If that nigga actin' monkey, he gon' get the 'nana

Its that ( It dont make cen-)
It dont make cents to me
If It dont make money, it dont make sense to me
(She caught that immediately it was crazy had

got to stay with ya either
See ya
You think that ima just treat ya
I don't got no time for games lil honey
I don't need ya
But I really think I need ya

murder 
The fam telling me I can't do it myself 

I don't make much appearances 
That's why I'm so Farther 
I'm to busy parenting 
I been sonnin

Brr heart colder than the ice that’s on my neck

Surrounded by the fake I don’t why i keep it real

& im the muh fuckin realest now that’s something I

blessings your way)
But we know how it ends though
That’s 'cause His word done said so
We got Bala, we got Bembo
And play no games, broke Nintendo
I am not

Make my dick hard not my life
Lil bitch you giving me anxiety
These streets know I'm a gangsta
You the only one that be tryin me
This shyt toxic I

don't need a bitch 
Get them diamonds hold that bitch up so they can see the wrist 

Told my brother from another mother nigga picture this 
What ever

Off the-
Off the shit, that's crazy
And I know they don't play around it too
I just-
I keep it on my own
Stuck up on me, she callin' my name
Tellin'

"control that hoe" if you gone get the switch
I got me a list of hoes I wish I never kissed
If Lil' Sosa shoot his shot, you know that boy don't miss
Can't

we don't play
You can get hit up with that yay
My homies still walking, lil bitch you ok
You ain't about action I can tell by your face
I don't do

(True)
Now I'm back to the future hitting 88 (Vroom)
Down one, clock running lil fadeaway (Swish)
Levels to this shit gotta make a play (Tick, tick, tick,

a charge
Ima just giggle in my evil lair
These angels just don't play fair
They bombarding me with more prayers
What I own is mine I don't like to share
My

the latest don't know how this happened (Whippin the latest don't know how this happened)
I swear this shit get tragic
Callin plays like im John Madden
All

Tesla all up in the back
Stuff matte black
Runnin like I'm in a meet
Can't catch me
Spinnin fire in the stu
Goin crazy
As I say in the song
Don't play me

it, imma do it anyway 
I'm not a killer but we got guns in case a nigga wanna play
Heard he dissing in a song, then that nigga gotta pay

Hopped inside

you do not do
First of all, homeboy
Don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts
That we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off

don't talk shit about him lil boy
That's why I got all these bitches all over me-e (facts)
I love these bitches all over me-e
Can't fuck with you, you