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On Big Tree #4Real yall know you been sleepin (Straight snoozin)
Even though every song I get on I grim reap it (#4real)
Dressed in all black like I'm late

that you running here
Is seeming like a big mess
People in and outta here
Look at her with 6 kids
Women hitting lotto
cnd the men are stuck in pig shit

to Hollywood, we was up in the scene, 
It was Dloc, Johnny Rich, and my home boy Steve.
We was, teenagers, yeah living a dream.
Lookin up to Daddy X, tryin'

Ain't nothing funny
Sept this feeling in my gut
Bout this particular occasion
I'm takin
Big risks to get rich
And moneys the persuasion
Weather Caucasian

niggas by myself, technical foul, free throw

Yeah, I'm young, rich, and black
I swear to God, they hate this negro
Opps tried to kick my doe in, I shot

Drop my nuts I don't give no fucks
This money come in by the bunch
I turn a op to runts
How you dissin' on songs and ain't slid once
My lil' niggas

killin' me
But I am like Richie Rich, throwin' verses on the beat
Always up, and always big, bitch it's my philosophy
Ain't gon care how do I feel, gotta

keep my shit in a safe
Know I’ma spray I keep a k
I got a bitch do whatever I say
Nigga I ball like NBA
You know I ball like NBA
I'm havin runts by

lemme sit on my throne
Give a fuck bout u niggas and my bands getting bigger got all by myself got it all on my own
I walk in the place bitches all in my

a suite, suite
Right by the sand so I let the diamonds dance
So that put you in a trance, OK
Always up I’m never down, like Post Malone they sayin' wow
We

Fillin' up my belly like I was country rich This is too easy, Drake, with the under pitch
All I know is right now that my tone fit I've never fit in with

with the songs okay
I'm too awake
Arrest the issues the problems
That give rise
To this uprising
Meditating resolving movies with vague endings
Whether

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

seasons
Switch it up got surrounded by demons
Had to cut of that bitch cause she cheated
I saw the pic and it left me in pieces
I ain't tripping cause we

Mothafuckas make me sick, but I
Still got plans on getting rich, true story
So I won't let corona virus be the destroyer
Of my last big shot, I'm lit like Horry

to speak I poured the potion
Bae I know you heard the song I ain't
I got whips and I got cribs but I don't
She cussing me out in French
Bae that was fun we

big dawg, you lil child (You lil dawg)
Me and the gang, we run wild
Talk shit, have a motherfucker exiled (Exiled)
This ain't no song, it's a freestyle

and I'm trying to adjust
But self worth took a hit, Posh Plus
They say, "a real man's big and he buff"
They try to tell us what a "real man" does
Can you be

slower
Big blunt tokin
Sativa what i’m smokin
Dope got me chokin
Hoes i be ghostin
Blunts by the ocean
Puff and im holdin
Desert eagle stainless
And it’s

vibe
She keep that ass to the sky
Heart so cold like outside
Lost so many folks dat I can't even Cry
I just give thanks for the ones by my Side
Cross my

alive 
I'm the living proof, just check my lines 
I guarantee my songs stand the test of time 
I know I'm up next like I'm waiting in a line 
I feel like

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches

Walking this mile again
Feeling this deja vu i wonder who else been feeling this
Faces getting familiar by the day and im so serious
I know my exes