Candlelit Dinners
Fredo
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Nah, this ain't a song, it's a lesson and plan I was broke, but bein' broke don't make you less of a man What makes you less of a man is not tryna change that the best that you can Whether that's workin' or stretchin' a gram Catch me warmin' up my cocaine, look like stretchin' his hams Got an away game down in country with several fans Drippy, young nigga, they could always tell it was man Yeah, I looked fly when I was broke, but I look better with bands I was a kid but felt like less of a man So I skipped my test and went to Loose's instead, had a test in the grams There's one or two good, but the streets and the rest of it's bad I saw more feds and yard workers and less of my dad But I didn't need a dad, no lie, 'cause I had the streets for that My brothers loved beef, we pull up anywhere and feast on that Caught him by the pizza shop and gave him more slices than his pizza had Real life, me and mine don't need to cap My life's crazy, I'm talkin' 'bout them wooden handle grip spinners and candlelit dinners Handle the whole block while I handle my business Rise them hand things fast, you put a hand on my niggas I won't even lie, lot of rage I'm holdin' inside F*ck designer, got a clothing range I solely design I used to dream 'bout drivin' a Range, now I got a Range I won't even drive And if I saw the hoes, I'd probably hide It's crazy, sixty grand car, this as flee as can be But last time I drove that car felt like a Prius to me Look what this lifestyle is doin' to me I want money for stuff I was doin' for free But if I weren't me, they wouldn't do it for me I must remember they're due a fee, they don't do it for free I left my ex-girl, now the only thing I'm doin' is me And you're so salty, would've thought I left you in a seat Crazy how what I'd done started to turn you into me But I'm still risky and more Bend a bitch over the sixtieth floor Only risk I'm not takin' is not takin' any risks anymore Where I'm from, if you don't risk it, you're poor I know exactly what I want, real riches galore But I got APs, Rollies, riches and more Man, it comes like my wrist isn't sure Man I told you that I'm sick and there isn't a cure There isn't a place for the guns to be hidden, then there isn't a tour My life's crazy, I'm talkin' 'bout them wooden handle grip spinners and candlelit dinners Handle the whole block while I handle my business Rise them hand things fast, you put a hand on my niggas I won't even lie, lot of rage I'm holdin' inside F*ck designer, got a clothing range I solely design I used to dream 'bout drivin' a Range, now I got a Range I won't even drive And if I saw the hoes, I'd probably hide
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