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guaranteed 
'Cause in the blink of an eye the world you see could go beneath
I tell 'em shove it where the place don't shine
You always worry 'bout all

to a bag I gotta go cash me a checc
Niggas say that outside
But I can not see em I'm feeling like Stevie wonder
All that talking you doing them bullets hot

Milestones, for me they're just "trial stones"
And by that, I mean they're transient down to the bone
You reach out and try to grasp 'em in your

and grind for it all by myself g
Now I'm making hits they wanna ask me for a selfie, huh
Always lookin' smart got the Gucci and the Ralphy
Swagger's in check

a cobra bitе
Slippin' dick in chickens, kick 'em out
No sleepin' overnight
Likе T bars, she creepin', she love me
I shine with golden light
Hold a knife in

You got her flowers I got her Chanel
I'm smoking gas you can tell by the smell
Ain't break it down I can get on the scale
I can get her that Gucci, that

of fools, to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery! Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be! Fooled by a peaceful
Un!

He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom,

by yourself, bring a friend or two
(We be ménagin', it boost up his ego)
She a lil' demon off that Casamigos (woo)
Yeah, Baby
Tell 'em my Nina, my

Mellow
Gang
Money will never turn up
Money uh
Money will never turn up
And I can't go back
Money will never fade
Benjamin never let me do the wrong

So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

about no cousin
He ain’t my brother so fuck em
He ain’t the gang I won’t trust em
Stay with the heat like a oven
There go them twins yea they buzzing
They

of Em's CD's
Not into Raris and Royces
My life has a bigger purpose
No Gucci slides but I slide
In your mind like I'm a porpoise
For this I'm really sorry

could never know our worth
Never know our hurt
Or share our pain
Shut up and dribble
It's a chance to make a change
Lead by example
What it's like to be

go to the store and by my own tags comin home with gucci bags/ I remember when I started out with rags used to wear the same sweater/ now I’m bankin

think you is

I'm tristin raymond 

They wanna see me humbled 

Same people who don't want the trouble 

I'm haunted by materialism

I'm popping them tags

get
I came from the bottom that's right by a ditch
Need another goal I can knock off the list
She wana blow me she don't wana blow a kiss
only sharks in

I got a lotta style for these Gucci rappers
Never dismiss the laughter from Louis raptor
Motherfuckers in your lane switching up the chapter
From

1-2
Yeah

I get 'em high like the nigga I done took this sample from
My words hit different like a good batch of cannabis
Disappear from your

talk with em girls
If am loving their body
Calling bitches a bitch
While they call me a nigga
Who don't love bitches
Same way they loving a nigga

And if you want a beat then you better go buy you a lease
Cuz this shit ain’t free
I steady be spazzin'
When you hear this tag then you know it’s by me

on potential
Can’t only measure success by low benches
My sense the process shows best where you go next
Focus on no man hold self to the code set no less

on the table by the game chair
Have a great night 
Dream about me (I love you have a great night)

(Girl) You give me wings I could fly
You put the song in my

by the caseload
(uh huh)
Lawyer money make the charges disappear
Where that case go?
Whoa, we got shooters on the payroll
They whackin' everything if I

a suit and tie motherfucker
I'm putting stripes on the Gs keeping Gucci 
I hang where they bang where you niggas can't go 
And giving pipe to your queen