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cop that whip

Let me get in my zone
Yea I'm feeling myself
Let it be known, know what I'm bout
Holding my own ain't no more doubt
Let it be known

Grab

on yo boo
No cap bitch I’m the truth 
Rolling blunts up by the few 
Eyes low like Lucy Lui 
It’s our time you overdue
I got Wonka I got Chris
Boy we bout

though
Know I'm playing with you man
Let me talk bout some other shit init
Before niggas get mad
Stresses I been had
2022 I can't believe what I just seen

discipline 
Every bad thought I had
Threw the money in the jar

This bout progression 
Nah we’re not talking progressive
Baby I made this from scratch 
Wait

plottin' on millions
They plottin' on the kid
When it comes to respect
Know i’m holdin' mine highly 
I’m all bout my checks but i’m still wearin' Nike
Won’t

catch me wit a group of niggas might see me wit bro

Every time I see that green khexk I kno it's a go

I wear expensive shoes na you can tell by the toe

BlackBoy

(Hand me the light)

(Spare the Rod)
Good lookin’ out Nigga

Yup

(BGE, BGE)

Uh

(What up my Nigga Fresh) 
What up though

Aye, uh
Get this money

my money not my soul I stack paper kill it every show, they hate I made it why they hate glow these 1000$ shoes on your floor huh yea an they ain't

please

If that’s shit creek don’t send it to me 

My shit gas don’t come with no seed 

Stay by the water dont smoke seaweed 

When I make plays keep

Get Away 
I’m Forced A Slave 
Slave To The City I Couldn’t Leave If I Wanted To.
Save Me Yo Pity My Nigga This What I Wanna To Do
I’m Flipping Quarters

gonn be alright 

(Verse 2) 
I sold some weed when I was like 17,
Was me and my nigga E was bustin em by the P’s, 
Racks bustin outside my jeans but

And if I gotta kill a hater bitch I’d do then lay low 

Yeah if we talkin bout my city I’m the youngest to do it 

I got time to see my greatest 
Well

Go where the high stakes be
My money talk is far from a fable
I could really double or nothing whenever I'm able

Raised by a black woman that's God

Yall nothing without me
Yall just a ploy

I know you aint bout it
You never deployed

Who do you confide in?
Aint got any boys

Do not say hi to me

It

To the craft that I chose on the road straight to Paris and

Niggas be embarrassed by the shit that ain’t embarrassing

Why do niggas always mix confidence

Me with someone I've never been

You got it
-------------
All wrong
You and days they goin by like
So long
Burn you all up in my head like
Old songs

Been the same since back when/I’m the same nigga now/used to day dream as kid now my head in clouds 
A lot bitches used to laugh at me nowadays it’s

Verse)

If we talking bout options 

I’m having several 

By the look of my wrist i predict the weather 

At the flick of my wrist I can pull the metal

and pass

Re-up the dope
Light up and smoke
Riding round town getting blasted
Soon as I spoke
It was no joke
Twelve pulled me over got padded
Yea I was

Nowadays bros just be grinding for money
Old school days didnt care bout cash
Sitting in suits tailored to myself
With a neat whisky, zoot billed

The city never sleeps cause they keep and eye on me,
Make a few stops before I drop off the homie,
I'm a ninja in a black neon going bout 80,
Red eyes

Wish it was fiction
Can't fight this addiction
Got green on me so I won't go killin
Starting to think, I was born a villain
Bros by my side, so I'm just

to read more bout my life and my story as a hero
I'm boutta shine, going hard for what's mine. I know it's grind time, prime time, my time
Days fly by, I

That scathe from the drama
How you wanna see me by their side
With the wrist locked up
And a mind fucked up no melly
Just because a cuban got shine
Nigga