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Money in your life
You ain't never touched no real paper, pussy
Where we at? What else?
Uh

You ain't seen money in your life
(You never ran that bag

count up these bands can't hear what you saying
I stand by my lonely can't rock with no friends
On the family involved I'ma show you how to ball
I can

all the snakes like 
The beat turn me to a monster boy 
I'll truck you like the tonka toy 
Ima March like a martian boy 
Couple bands yeah that make me

I know What it is
You blinded by envy see what's On my wrist
Gone head speak ya mind and You risk losing it
Birmingham simba you know What it is but

them bands I get too many hands
Ain't had my back so nigga don't bro me
Ran outa options nigga don't call me
My niggas is balling, balling
Sip on that

man, I'm God made

Covered by the blood, think I need a band-aid
Had to leave the shore, and hopped right on God's wave
Lord, you saved me from this

I was at school, asking teachers for new rubber bands
These bitches know I had it IRL, it ain't for Instagram
I hope you don't think I want your

Aye, lets light this one real quick
Haha
Been on that grind
Wondering if it is my time, yeah
No I don't lie
It's like I was made for this life (it's

Tres Leches 
Wet cake Tres Leches 
It's good it's real good that good good 
Tres Leches 
Wet cake  Tres Leches 
Wet cake Tres Leches 
He want that wet

digits mans
This money I flip mane
As Soon as I get mane
Product sold before it land
On my Cash app I made a hundred bands
Self made I don't need ya mane

history statement my bloods made for success
It's written in my story since the beginning

Swimming with bitches by the boat
Load my man's getting that coke

Lavi3 gang to the fullest
Show you that theirs more beauty
In many different things
Life ain't always perfect
Take a chance, consider it
Gotta women

fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans

that I'm safe
I pay attention, niggas be actin like bitches, bitches ain't real as they say
She fuck on anybody, she don't care about anybody, she don't

my head high like I'm looking above
Stay on my path cuz I'm all about love
I roll by myself just to keep it a buck
cnd all my real niggas know ain't no

some real moves, spot to spot

Gotta stay low from the police, don't really hide
Pick that boy off on my phone, that's a fuckin' doubt
The whole thing,

blind and I see
Blood through these Ray Bands (4 real)
Bodies on pavements
Look what I made man, a mafia
Hittaz that'll cave a ngga face in
No

Impressed and you say wow get pressed by the pay now
Cause I got that money to blow in your face sound
I got the money to blow in the bank now
Way that flow I

a casket
Pathed the streets of gold
Never did I fold
Nor do I miss the blood I gave
You already killed me
Boogie with the boogie man feel me
I am not afraid

man killed by police
Shake her head in disbelief cause she see that it was me, Goddamn
Another body slain in the streets umm hmm
And we been needing

taggin' me in, boy you know that I gotcha
Hotter than shit, just call me Sriracha
Spittin' and switchin', my speakers are knockers
Rap in my blood, I still

Arcadia

Let's play some Melty Blood
Ima hit you low and run
Yea we was having fun until I kicked yo ass huh?

Good game
You Wouldn't wanna be me I'm

freeze tag
Punchin numbers like a keypad
If we talking bands then i need that
Keep my stick and my g pass
Wit some Brooklyn niggas - like I'm Steve Nash

'cause we gettin' money
We tucked off with bands in a mansion
I can't trust my friends and it hurt
These the same niggas that I did dirt with
No, these