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In Mid-City LA
It's all rah rah rah
We don't care what you say homie
Blah blah blah
When come out to play
It's all ah ah ah
I thank God everyday

don't think that I can rap
I think that were soul linked
Think I'm attached

Can see where it's going
Think I'm infatched
Don't think that she hoen
Spend

woke
Yeah 
Legendary in the building 
Yahhhhhhhhh 

Fell back from rap & I went & got money
Cuz being broke is a joke that I never found funny
Had some

I'm biding my time till I get what is mine
Its my fucking future imma make that bitch shine
Grinding's all I know, what the hell is rest
What's a heavy

Sorry mum and dad I didn't do things with my ATAR 
Couldn't be fucked doing law so thought "plan B, might do it later" 
Why have good grades, friends

of shame
But that's not me hell to the naw
I'm here for the money then it's fuck y'all
Standing high 6ft tall
I keep it 100 I'm always raw
I'm always raw

rise to the top
My future's looking bright so I ain't trippin' on it
My door's always open come thru with some chronic
I'm that dude that you know
Your

Stop, cut it. Overrated
Antiquated by the first time you played it
And baby, I'm fucking faded. So Imma say it
This creative eye's lost in the shade

need no click cuz ima one man army
I got potnas that would spin but I rather step by my lonely
Social media thuggin' I can't do that that shit phony

She wanna fuck on me and bring her best friend
These bitches bad got me thinking that they twins
Let's take a flight and I don't care where we land
We

lookin' good, all my bad days Always lookin' good, all my worst days
Throwin' that cake like it's my birthday
Broke her heart so she really tryin' to hurt

shawty bad as hell, come on, can't you tell
Dolce & Gabbana on her with some shades by Chanel
She black and Japanese, mixed with some Lebanese
So I got

Until the pitch soared higher and my tired eyes bled


By the hour that I reached my bed,
It was almost time to wake

Tattoo girl entered my cave and she

you
Just chill & vibe with you
You driving
I'm smiling
You & me we both grindin
I'm getting in my mode
If it's only me & you well then I'm good to go

Madrid, know that boy got AR (phew, phew)
RIP to any nigga wanna come n test me (test me)
I ain’t never pullin up, go n pass the check please
In my bag, I

popping
Sugar daddies got her copping
Louive v gucci Prada she be taxing homie pockets

Casamigo when I be kicking it with K J
Gone off that bottle sound

If all else fail, we get to taking
Popping shit, that's why these niggas hating
No matter what, I gotta make it back home with the bacon
She make me

a stray dog with a note hung on it
That just said give me your money
I ain't makin' this shit up
This literally never happened
It was supposed to be

got money problems
I'ma take the risk and drop that check, cause I got money problems
Quagen fix my cough quick, double cup the world around it
You

Half an avocado grapes and a bagel I got it on me
Too good to believe
Sometimes I need space
Sometimes I need structure
Sometimes I need streets,

to come up and buss it
Fuck that pussy up, now she screaming and cussing
Fuck that pussy good now she crushing and blushing
Fuck that
I be chillin but I

sure lookin' good like a southern queen
Now take it  down low  if you know what I mean, Now stand back up and tuck and lean
I'm a dirt road boy, chasing

That pussy so good when I fuck I be cursin
I know the feds on my gram lurkin
All of my youngins are masked purgin
Put a cut on the dope surgeon
I'm in my

with my vision
I get slo-mo when I'm sipping
She got cornrows, I ain't tripping
Eat that pussy, good nutrition
You a pussy, shot precision
Chefing in