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you want?) Yo keys, G-S 3's, the papes Busing in bitches making imperionts late cleaning out cribs coke crums off the plate niggas real protctive young
snakes in the fucking grass, nigga Do you know what time is is? No friends, J-M [Chorus] (What you want?) Yo keys, G-S 3's, the papes
to load my blick, had to close the door on my kid Can't see what daddy doin', he peepin' in, clean up crew on my end Mop up blood and chop off legs
thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own I just got my sons fitted, tell them
low but somehow still stuck in the trench I got ooo so far to go you think I got time for your feelings Niggas love to want yo shoes until they realize
far we come Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one Look where I'm at now, we ain't in the background Running through the crowd, real
niggas tryna cash out on the rage In the crash diamonds, now I need bagasse all in my chain I got the car, they tryna put like 30 pointers in the face Ah,
Just so you could fly woah oh oh oh oh She want drip like mine woah oh oh oh oh But, shorty i'm far from a saint Make you faint when i go hard in
to cover up scars Soul went black, tattooed my heart Fell from grace, I fell so far I crash landed, hit ground hard Fell through earth, I fell in flames
and Jack are on our own island with Benny Scars I remember when I rapped in school for the love And my teachers never thought that it would get me far I
Freddie and Jason and we Treat the opp block like Elm Street All of this work in the T I do that up ‘til I’m wealthy Hit the opp block and apply that
This culture came from And what it's really all about I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo Count to ten and then come in shootin' Fuck peace, Silverback the new
know im above par Yea Its some niggas doubting Who aint think i would Make it this far Got twenty eight Gs in the zip And im moving it all And touch
in shock Kick to your face Power to my moves I read all the books Only real gs understand this shit Can't stop by girl We running from the federals Run
ones move in silence like a stealth op The drip is Dasani, your bitch a Tsunami She calling me daddy, I'm calling her mommy Don't wander too far from
flick Big shank on my hip Big bagz in the whip With a clip on the far right Calm right Know we got things in the car right Elle Mai Ting If he trip,
I roll with sinners but were a load of winners They just ain't realised it yet so watch me blow so I can show my hitta's Cold world yeah I know them
back like look how far we come boy, aye I’m riding in some shit you never seen boy, aye Doing dirt, but my shoes stay clean boy, aye Hit you with
Focus hold it down sitting on the Thrown Fuck a middle man ill do it on my Own Niggaz in the trenches had to load Da chrome Never switched up never told
Don't cheese me now (na) Smoke this weed it's loud (ha) Or you can leave the crowd (what) It's Only gs allowed (img) We speeding up (up) So Don't
Oh my god, stop the music My bitch is badder than BIA Made a few Gs off the re-up Smokin' on Reefer with reefer Yeah them my brothers just keep up
chances knowing I can’t let shit fall As far as what I need, I need it all Dem Young Gs that breathe and bleed to ball Don’t Doubt me them boppers outted
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