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You ain't gotta put on no front for me, man
I ain't gots to do nothin'
You the past, bro
My time is now

You ready to die, nigga
Yeah
Ah
Ah

What you talkin' about this time
Oh yeah
Ah
You gotta really listen to this, mother

I ain't gonna lie, though
On my mama
Mama made a beast for the cheese
Slidin' all alone, do whatever for some green

Tried to bring some niggas with me, but they couldn't even see
And these bitches all trife, only good for eatin' meat
Your hoe ain't lie to you if she say she heard of me
Had the lil' bitch givin' top, but I made her pay a fee

I'm the flash up in traffic, that lil' coupe gon' dust him
If a nigga want a box, then his 4.5 is bustin'
And it came with a beam, that lil' vest don't mean nothin'
Aimin' for the head when brodie said, go rush him

Gang lurkin' in that cut when that Dre get to drummin'
Told the hoe, call me pop or we ain't havin' no discussion
And my main bitch bad, still treat her like she nothin'
When the last bitch left, I realized they ain't really worth it

I'm just focused on the spread, cause I know that I can stack sum
only runnin' like it's track to a stack
And when that bag come, pop been a boss
So these bitches, you can have them

But I need to find a queen, so we can add in some tracks
I done been through some shit that you niggas ain't heard of
Mama called me cryin', made me cry, I couldn't do nothin'
I'ma take her to Rodeo, one day we'll blow a few bucks

Bust down Cuban, I'm so grateful for what you done
Just fucked a bad bitch, but I did a little average
Cause these woods and the juice got me actin' like a addict
Got sick of talkin' shit, but on this track, I'm a spazz it

Nigga, that's my only choice, or it's back to the trappin'
But mama raised me better, so I gotta find a way
To make a hundred racks, and not end up in some chains
Put my love into a bitch, and all I did was get betrayed

Had my heart on my sleeve, feelin' like I'm Rod Wave
Trapped in my soul, got me feelin' like a slave
Sippin' on this juice, feelin' like I'm a slave
I'ma take her to Rodeo, one day we'll blow a few bucks

But mama raised me better, so I gotta find a way
To make a hundred racks, and I end up in some chains
Put my love into a bitch, and all I did was give you trade
Had my heart on my sleeve, feelin' like I'm right away

Trapped in my soul, got me feelin' like a slave
Sippin' on this juice, cause it really ease the pain
Mama made a beast for the cheese
Slidin' all alone, do whatever for some green

Tried to bring some niggas with me, but they couldn't even see
And these bitches all tripe, only good for eatin' meat
Your hoe ain't lie to you, if she say she heard of me
Had the lil' bitch givin' top, but I made her pay a fee

I'm the flash up in traffic, that lil' coupe gon' dust him
If a nigga want a box, then this 4-5 is bustin'
And it came with a beam, that lil' vest don't mean nothin'
Aimin' for the head, when Brody said go rush

Gang lurkin' in that cup, when that Dre gets a drummin'
Told the hoe, call me pop or, we ain't havin' no discussion
And my main bitch bad, still treat her like she nothin'
When the last bitch left, I realized I ain't really worth it

I'm just focused on this bread, cause I know that I can stack
Cause I'm only runnin' like it's track to a stack
And when that bag come, ready to die, nigga

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