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of the riches
I make a song so fast
You'll swear I'm surrounded by witches
Feel like I'm locked up in a cage every day
And I
Don't have much left in my brain but

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

talkin' like it was difficult
Niggas wicked!
When you make money this fast, you gon' get addicted
My baby so fine make your bitch look simple
Really rich

He’d been thinkin’ about Nashville, wanted to be a star
Packed up his bags, skipped town, and bought a guitar
Now you can hear his songs on all

I'm the equation
When I'm rich, I'm gon' get me a Bentley, that is matte black
Already know I hit it from the back because the ass fat
Shorty super

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

drop, nigga, we don't talk about it
New foreign on the block, they know who jumpin' out it

Lo Davis, feel the ground tremble when I walk
Big stepper so

Walk a mile in my flip flops, kick rocks
Bet you get your music off of Tik Tok
Big flops every time your favorite rappers shit drops
Anytime my shit

this shit all by my lonely I'm just asking where my crown
I'll bring my shorty to the mall I don't wan' ever watch her frown (Ay, Ay)

Remember putting

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

ubers
Tryna take the takers with my niggas bitch I hang with looters
They hate the way I'm talking in all these fucking songs
Don't give a fuck lil sneaky

Got a call from my big sis, sum it up, she said she proud
Can't explain it how I feel, shit been different for a while
Really thankful for my pops, he

Shady times and shady roads
Shady information by some shady foes
Looking at the bright side in deep waters so I had to make a boat
Darkness was

Ayy, pipe up hood' rich
I don't try to warn you niggas
Thp4l forever

Snoring on these bitch ass niggas
Deon in the booth nigga
He was talking foul

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.

to this song l made
I'm gonna force people to respect my name
And when l move the mountain do not say it's luck
To rap like this it never takes a day
It

stands like big Rosa
Hall clouded up from door to door hosting floater notes
Boat named "murder she wrote"
Never see votes as a score
Cobain turning

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

diamond, but instead
I'm sitting here singing this song
Cause I can't cope, I can't see that I was blind

By the Louis Coupe and the Burberry Rose, and
Yeah,

catching ubers
Tryna take the takers with my niggas bitch I hang with looters
They hate the way I'm talking in all these fucking songs
Don't give a fuck lil

Keezy, Big Keezy, Chopo, We love you, Perk
Put this dick in her mouth, I ain't hearin' her
White tenchilla, it came from Siberia
Internet gangsters,

too long
What was cool-now it's gone
Given up to the rich man's green

And they're building it up-by tearing it down
And moving dirt-all over this town

Riding down 8 mile with about 8 stacks

Young money getter so we running to the sack

How you expect to get rich if you out here takin naps

Jacked up off

for real
Stick around baby, know I got you still
Ya ya, I got you still

I remember way back chilling in the 6
Before the big shows, before we got rich