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Straight to the cut, I'm straight to the point
I walk on this beat, you know how we rockin' out (On God)
I count cash and I spit facts
That's how we

we’re swerve till we crash came a long way from doing high speeds now I’m out of traffic with lil chops and blast took a flew flights to meet with some

about you whatchu gonna do lil bro



Lets park where the lights arent on 

Beat bumpin max volume as these windows start to fog 

Talk about all our

riches, we got bitches
You want drama, we got guns
I'm that kid, from Harlem World
and you know where I'm from
Now my team, is out for cream
and you know

I Told You So

B.B. Jay

Universal Concussion

2000

[B.B. Jay]
there's an old saying that every dog has his day
I want'chall to know a lil somthin somthin
Every child of God has his season
And right

Ayy

My right wrist too dramatic
Uh, my left wrist AP status
This bitch say I'm super savage
Ayy, trap 'til my bankroll get massive
Ayy, lil' nigga,

Wasn't in a foreign, I was cruising in a Pontiac
Getting to the money, southwest where you find me at
Money yea I take it all coins, I'm like

much on my dick
When we link, we takin' phones, cuz we ain't finna take no pics
Beat it up for a couple hours, and send her home, bitch, where yo Lyft

niggas making me think that I'm crazy
I just might be hoe
Man you so fucking shady
Time go by fast and I can't even keep track (keep track)
Looking down

bitches like they relatives
O town baby where they twerk up in the streets
You won't never catch me slipping always firm up on my feet
You ain't fuckin wit

a baby I've been tryna get away
Tryna lock in the guap tryna block out the pain
I'm a blonde lil boss I'm on top of the game
I've been plotting a lot now

like a don
My boyz from the east side like I'm Lil Jon
My boyz from the west side 'cause that's where I'm from
Smoking blunts 'bout the size of a nigga

of the money these niggas'll do you so rude
They'll smile like right in your face and they'll shoot in it too
In the land where the gang go 
Pistol toting wear

ain't got cash, we ain't touchin' par to par
And my lil baby, she the baddest
Matter of fact, shit, where you at?

Whats the status? What's your

that's a shame
Took you to Neiman's and spent a lil change
I'm better than them I won't say any names
Gears start to switching I'm switching the lanes

talking 'cuz if I was talking these niggas wouldn't get what I say
Do what I want like Lil Uzi Vert say
Been by myself like I need me some space
Pull up in

a big move
Don't apply urself
I move rite and chase the bag Nigga by myself
I finished last stayed in class
By myself
It looks like I'm about to cash out

y'all (I knew it)
'Mani up and the gang got her prepared for y'all (ah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' niggas (uh)

Fly by you in the Cullinan (uh),

in the car with me, you fold in situations
Where I resign at, posted on the block up in the trenches
You can find out, how many shots go if you come

died supposedly
I was fucked up only maybe cause my moms was close to me
Niggas never was by my side they ass was all just postin' me
Couldn't lift my

bitch
And really gone see how a nigga
Like me really chase this cash
Oh my bad Im suppose to be mad
At the weak ass nigga
Can't get no cash
Or can't get

(Talking to god)
How could I be cool with it, stanky with a tool in it
Sitting by the whip, finna take these lil' boys out to school in it
Forget about 12,

spit in your face
Never get the chance to discover your place
Always gotta go at another one's pace
Or get shot by cops because they dictate ya fate

he gon' get his eye in a stretcher (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a thin' for fast cash, hoes and foreign vehicles
Feel good to make it out on your own,