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dap till im mad rich
Got this green no I'm not with the cabbage
Pinky on ring and she ride like a stallion
No Meg on the tik tok and she dancing

build us the
White House trip after trip all my bitches flied out
Uh big dawg Boog king honcho I got the drip need a poncho
I'm coolin wit chep mi hermano

her songs like, by heart
I, know i could hit it out the ballpark
I, could transform her, no all spark

Cause i've been crushing on you
I've been

all some glitches (we up)
Big Glock in my hand but we all got rich (we all got rich)
When the whole gang slide we all on missions (on gang)
All y'all

the truth, shit ain't right
Africa y'all tripping
Whites rich off yo land
They Give you guns & count the money
Black blood dripping by yo hand
Band together,

to proceed[00:39.70]I ain't where I want to be[00:40.96]But I'm still paying respect to all my OG's[00:43.49]Uh[00:44.08]I can't help it that I'm young, rich

people out here analysing me
They got all my songs out here on repeat (Yh yh)
Don't wanna see a young rich nigga in H&M
Escape the ends, with my best

a singer
Throwin' some rackz at a hoe gotta change her
If I hop on  your song just know it's sum major
Can't hate the game 'cause I know I'm a player
Love

they ask how I have been
Ask if they can share say not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
But now I'm the big bad wolf for some reason
They'll forget

on the same day out in France. Off white the top and vlone my pants, I spend what I want you spend what you can, niggas they hope to get rich just by chance,

fusion
I really advise you not to play that guy,you wont even make it by
Can't see him,you know most stars are invisible to the naked eye
The entity in

to the town and help mold some kids
You may see some flaws in this song
Dream to big, that never been my problem
Never wanted a gig
Always wanted wealth being

Get a taste by the case
Music is the correlation if
You looking to escape

There’s writing on the wall that
You can’t write off
Dreams so big they make

Like a toaster man I’m always burning bread
You been workin out for months just to get ate up by that lead
Thirty two ounces of syrup and I been

keep on lyin' on myself

I can't be too mad, cause I got all designer on my shelf
But what I'm really tryna say, I got this bread all by myself
I work

snakes in the grass cause we're in up in the jungle
Speak a lot of words but they don't know nothing
So when we get big yeah the ops are getting smothered

trollin
Her pussy wet ocean high as fuck when I ride coasting
My song too damn hard, niggas still won't post it
Morton Grove with the yella my magical post

got em tucked by my hip
hoe
Forties and nines, like I'm from San Francisco
Nigga be broke, on the net he look rich, though
If I go broke, then I might

make me twitch cuz I ain't rich
But once it all clicks it'll fix the envy in the mix
Then proceed to switch success my permanent stench
Breath of fresh

where I roam
Was slangin' Iron and rob before I picked up a microphone
Hoes send me DMs, fingering' they pussy to my song
Ain't tuckin' nothin' at every

you can't do it without hurtin
You might need to have a neck the size of Nickmercs
All I see is tricks, scams, big curtains
"Indie success" is a rich

a little rich flex
I can't wait to hop on big jets
Im in New York like I am the Mets
Hollywood Souf out now what's next
Now im that im back on the bullshit

abusive and she cheated
Seventeen; your boy's in uni now like he's big enough
Met a young harlot. Damn, she was thick and buff
So in love. Marriage talk.

know where my folks been 
Open doors by myself Don't gotta leave it open 
For me 
I think I'm the key 
Tryna do it real big like a 06 tee 
Tryna get