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I drank mud by the case And I bump with the bass And my J's ain't laced No no I keep birds at my place I ain't never gone chase Just Gs
with my n*ggaz Yeah Fly to France with my n*ggaz Aces of spades Poppin' Dom Perignon By the case Do whatever we want Cup of Henny Cup of Dusse
of you niggas still sleep on me We ain’t out here catching Z’s homie Dodging cases felonies homie Get money by any means This is the life that you dream
somebody by their steering wheel 'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche But like I
Mwebekala chalo, Umuluanshyani Been raised by a praying mother Never gangster pa musalaba I follow label, Mfwala label I like the money na yellow
around my city, I see halos Drop a hater with them knots, case closed Live life fuego When I die, I'ma go enjoy hell with diablo I drop big shit like
Ohhhh label me love so you can find me easy Open me up girl any time that you need me And when you find out the way you are You won’t have to look
die young Well known in the hood Victim of a shell That was thrown in the hood Left owning the hood With a legendary status Loved by the thugs
100 bands was my first major plan And all that started changing when I got fans By the age of 10 I was married to the bread And I'm a stay going in
the damn lies Blind away the bad lights They wanna put you in chains Subconsciously got your brain They label us by the name And burn us by the flame Hot
QC the label, and we independent Got some young niggas still kickin' doors And some of my niggas convicted Money, money, power, respect I guess
to Stay the label and management then Decided to build our Band up the grass-roots route they put Hayley On Fueled by Ramen not making It known she was
on me Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely I don't ride around with different niggas, just my homies (facts) Ridin' 'round got them drugs
fifty deep But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves You know who I'm talkin' about (You know who I'm talkin' about) That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You ain't
ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time
Expressive Oh? Wait What? Nah, nah You want the knife in my back? Don’t make me laugh Give me the cash! I’m making heat everyday Just find me a label
I know I look good, don't it Colors in my chain match my shoes, don't it Nothing bout me ever been phony They'll label me as the drip donor Lame ass
Still underground, Harriet Tubman I made my own industry Labels are fucking redundant (Labels are fucking redundant) No use, they mean nothing (Mean
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell! And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go! Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce Bush
hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce Bush
slang shots Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face You ain't gonna have no face to save By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake It may
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