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Was born in eighty five
Stayed by the ATM
Got money in ATL never see me with eighty men
They saying bars back hope I got ya ATTN 
Won't see me at A3C

the tropics 
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya

Damn, lil' mama, I know you see me
You got me in the friend zone and shit
It's getting cold over here
When you gon' let me hit

I've been trying

honestly I'm so blithe
How you say you gon' ride then switch
Man, the acting caught me by surprise
I need 5% in front my eyes
We moving guala like the 1%

Call me Flipp or the Dennis
Now this gold boy stick by my decision
Fuck niggas different they call this the vision
They lose the image of keepin'

always trippin and need to focus on their ego
Chef Borges your my biggest hero i guess i'm just a goodfella call me Rob Deniro
Ah man whats next

shit further
I swear my lil' brother make me wanna go harder
These intrusive thoughts only fuck with my time and I know that you tellin' It's shorter

remember all them days I was stuck in the cold
Take a look at me now all my diamonds they froze
I remember back then all my niggas was solid
Now I question

one weaker than the last
Jerome, his nephew's bitch
Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me

Lil Leon
My sister carved your man

in the way of me
Focused on my future, my family, my former health

Independent kid devoted, so I still ain't got no wealth 
Full of knowledge got

Deep in the war-zone, where the trail and they heart's cold
Keep the banger on short-hand, surrounded by poor souls
They'll tear you apart though

doubted me But I'm like are you proud of me
Moving smart i know the risks ik what it cost to be a boss

Don't want not court data that **** will drive u

Mad scientist got yo bitch trying shit
Psychoactive hallucinogens they sit inside her lip
Life a gift got Zaza by the zip I feel like life a trip
Type

Wraith, my million-dollar broad (my million-dollar)
I only fuck bitches with money (money), all of them ARs got hundreds (got hundreds)
Pass me my

in my body
Glock by me, Stan got one too
You better not try me
And it's a strap in my Dior bag
I'm not rock climbing
Bitch used to laugh, I'm up now

Pocket full of cake Versace on my belt
All I know is keep it real I don't know nothing else
Shawty bad with the best mouth I call her top shelf
Top

my niggas
all I got for them is gratitude
Yea
This is all for the day ones
Shoutout to the ones
That never fake one
Tell me they gon take some
No no no

Dorado by the ounce
Then whip it, 1800s South
I gotta stay ahead, I'm movin'
Traffic jams and mile high mouth
Sorry that me and my neighbors'
Buildings

I said, I'm always down to ride with my doggy
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin' lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim's

Now that I got your attention
Gimme some of your time
Cut my wrist on paper
Every hook every line

My beat sets me apart
My tune is dramatic
My looks

I'm reading

Colliding with the obstacles
Show they'll never hold me down
Been doing this shit by myself
Don't Lil Bro me now
She said never loved me

I'm on
Got no time for shit lil mama I'm grown
I stick to the pimping ain't raising my tone
I'm smoking biscotti this shit got me stoned
I'm straight

man, it has been a very long week
She said
"Why you gotta take your anger out on me?"
My bad bitch
She's some reason for you too obese
It's your bad if I

But imma be cooking
I'm enduring all the pain that you pushing

So blinded by her beauty
Had me losing all my senses
Still calling me her cutie
But I'll