Juice in my cup
A1dayone
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(Damn how the streets know my name on a first name basis) I could slur my words and they still gunn' feel it I been in and out them cuffs so much my wrists aching I use to have them state trays now my scallops wrapped with bacon We don't need the preview cuz we never gunna play it I could keep my ass right on this couch and still be clouted I'ma keep on stacking it up until it's a mountain Every time I'm at the fucking plate I bat a thousand I been counting all this cheese and you can't get past the bouncer I use to use the EBT but now my money blue He asked for the feature for free but who he talking to Versace on the neck she just love it when I smell good I poured up a deuce but I wish it was a four I come from the trenches but I wanna be on Forbes Your bitch don't look good its like she sleeping in the morgue I love blessing my hood when I get back from the tour Damn I sold pressed pills more then I did the chores You can hear my shit bumping through the 860 Shitting with the bag they wanna put a tag on my toe Damn I feel like Elvis with this juice in my cup I'm bout to take a break before I really fuckem' up How I build my own brand and stamp all of my brodis in Man they about to call me coach K the way I'm ballin' God Damn, just punched all my bars with out stumbling These drugs got me fallin' but I ain't about to be mumbling My broski in the crack house whipping' off the stove top You can hear them 808's hit at every bus stop Really got connections got people in every continent I'm a third generation of a gangster whose stopping it This goofy asking me for the bitches thats crazy If you see me in the function, I bet you I'm already faded I'm a trap star gotta keep these stacks up in my pocket Got some brand new juice I'm bout to sip up in the tropics I just hit the weed pen while bagging up the luggage Three shows, three days, in the west I'm bugging Got my eyes open I don't want to end like Biggie I just locked down the whole East I'm in every city I know they can't f*ck with this I been in my bag I been sipping' tris Bitch I'm from the dirty I had to be filthy rich I don't give a f*ck I been stacking chips I know they can't f*ck with this I been in my bag I been sipping' tris Bitch I'm from that dope cap, they tryin' steal my whole swag My first time in the stu I just had to serve a 8th (Aye) Shout out to my dayone's they know I love the bank If we see them lights we bout to skerrt off Hit him with that shit if you a big dawg Had to post bail something crazy like 5 bands, 10 bands I don't give a f*ck I be ridin' Bitch I got more game than a Nintendo Got so much bread I can't keep it in a bankroll Bout to put my vault in the wall, that shit kinda crazy And it's f*ck all my haters cuz this lean got me lazy
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