Crazy
MBNel
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(Ramey that's expensive) Don't get it twisted, I get money, guns, respect and I got bitches They sayin' life's a bitch but married to the streets, Mr. and Mrs Police knockin' on my door, won't let 'em in unless they kick it I been pushin' foreigns but still pullin' skits inside of Civics This shit unrealistic, now I'm signin' deals worth quarter million Stealin' from my mama everyday, was eatin' Church's Chicken Was off the porch but findin' ways of stayin' optimistic Every time the suckers slid, they popped the shots but opps still missin' No pot to piss in, ain't no money bitches curvin' me And since that bag got bigger the same bitches out here slurpin' me Turned into the plug, ain't need nobody out here servin' me And all these dirty pistols don't hit lights 'cause ain't no blurpin' me Dumbass, what you thought catchin' me loafin' was that easy? You got tints up on that car, you look suspicious then we cheesin' 'em Pistol changed the weather do 'em cold but we freezin' 'em Still yellin', "Free Squeeze," but he ain't trippin' 'cause he eatin' 'em Name a rapper in my city who in this league Bullets to his lobe gon' make him stall just like a six-speed I'm easily influenced, been movin' different like the rich be And these shots gon' make him drop, it's gon' do more than make you tipsy R.I.P. to Nipsey, lately I been tryin' to hustle and motivate See you doin' better today, might show you lil' more than hate Weight up on my shoulders addin' up makin' me overweight Then they say pay attention, well it feel like I done overcame I'ma pull up in the whip and the engine so loud you gon' here when I'm comin', tuh Ain't switched on a nigga, almost drowned couple times on my wrist when I bussed it, tuh My back to the homie and be the imposter, I'm playin' Among Us Ain't nothin' take losses if I lose it all 'cause I started with nothin', ayy Oh Nel actin' funny he got a lil' money, it boostin' my confidence I'm so ahead, they'll never catch up even if they were condiments All of the Glocks got nicks hangin' out like we holdin' up oxygens He turnin' on when he off of that pill, you know that we offin' it, ayy Done with the block, love with the money you know that it's changin' me Yo cred from the streets don't work with the bank, hit with your thang with it You addin' the K behind all of our names but ain't shot a thang with it My youngest be sprayin' it Lysol, really be cleanin' the stain with it
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