NME's
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I drop the top on all my enemies, let it breathe Roll another, on to better things, better things And I got like 10 fingers, but I need 11 rings 10 for me another one for my baby yeah, yeah Drop the top on all my enemies, I just let it breathe And if them niggas wanna send for me, then its RIP And I'm reciprocating energy, they know what I mean Can't put your trust up in these fiends, they was scheming all along Now I can't treat em' like they family, the way they switchin' quick I was tryna' build a home with em', they was stealing bricks Try to catch em' when they fall, I won't let my niggas slip And now that all them niggas gone, now there's diamonds on my wrist Now they wanna run it back to me, wanna reminisce You was acting like a woman, I'ma treat you like a bitch And you fuckin' broke my trust, and that's something that don't fix And I was shooting for the stars, now I'm shootin' from my hip And now the king is in his bag now, where my damn crown Please don't ask me for no handouts, put yo hands down Now I'm counting up the money bitches in the background They go crazy when they hear me sayin' this the damn sound And every time I make a song, nigga I'ma cash out And all these cuts up on my wrist, make a nigga pass out Told em' all I'm in my bag now, in my bag now And I got this shit on lock, I'ma make it tap out yeah, yeah Drop the top on all my enemies, I just let it breathe And if them niggas wanna send for me, then its RIP And I'm reciprocating energy, they know what I mean Can't put your trust up in these fiends, they was scheming all along Now I can't treat em' like they family, the way they switchin' quick I was tryna' build a home with em', they was stealing bricks Try to catch em' when they fall, I won't let my niggas slip And now that all them niggas gone, now there's diamonds on my wrist And my niggas hit a lick, now they switchin' up the fits Sun shining on the tints, that shit look like an eclipse We gon' take him out his kicks, how my niggas run a blitz Lookin' like astrologists, constellation on my wrist My boys get up in the mix, til' that shit homogenous That boy play a lotta tricks, put the 40 to his lips Lookin' like he took a sip, but that nigga doesn't drink We gon' open up his lid, tryna' see how niggas think We gon' run up in his crib, bullets leakin' like his sink And if 12 pull us over, nigga we don't say a thing And we dance around them questions, but I promise we don't sing And I've been up in my feelings if you wondered where I been Then its back to the hood with my niggas, I'm doing good with my niggas My whip chocolate and vanilla, lately I feel like a winner I used to sell dimes like a dealer, now my whole fit from Margiela He used to be good as a kid, the streets went and made him a killer Now he went and dropped the top on all his enemies Had his hands around his neck, he won't let that nigga breathe That boy turned into a rat, now he looking for his cheese Thought that pussy was his dog, but he had a lotta fleas I drop the top on all my enemies, I let it breathe Roll another, on to better things, better things And I got like 10 fingers, but I need 11 rings 10 for me another one for my baby yeah, yeah
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