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Pull up in only exotics
Know what the topic is
Wet over gold and some diamonds
Can't teach me but I'll take some knowledge shit
Girl you know I'm

over wit
Out in the city got my real Cros with me, and we only 4 deep but its still Rollin 60
and we lookin for the freaks on a mission for the kitty

made racks in my city now
Everybody wanna get litty now
My line getting real busy now
I don't even know who with me now

I got way too many chains
I made

shit, don't gotta protect it 

I been bustin' flows 
And poppin' ho's
And bumpin' Hov
I go to school so old 
But my chains ain't gold 
And my beats too

do. Thought I was sleeping but
You making all of my dreams come true. 
I just might make a whole album on you. 
Love to admire you nude. 

You my lil

Archie and for Josh this nickel stuck bitch
Grind to make it out and not a nigga ain’t gone touch shit
Watch me make it got this gold on me like Mr. T
Pity

actin hella naughty
“Hamza would you diss t n p”, yeah prolly
“Hamza would you wanna be like me”, not likely
But change the topic
I drop a classic album

with you
I shine  in the dark
While you miserable
See me in interviews
Count up the dead in my living room
Open the blinds see the city view
Wouldn't

Bic
Imma go imma go get real lit
Imma go out to the city til' I find another body
That wanna ride on this dick
Imma go imma go get that shit
Imma go

city you about to sit and watch while your boy takes off
Got my head held high middle finger to the sky we only get one life I'ma live mine right
So I'm

the secrecy
Been spanked them boys and gave em passes, there's the leniency
Yeah, riding through the city with a blunt in my mouth
Tryna enjoy the scenery, what

shit but you silicone
Talkin all this big man shit nigga play ya role
Nigga pay ya toll
I ain't neva fold
And im made of gold
You would sell ya soul
Two

from a city where no fucks is given
Every man on his own that's lib living
If you ain't bout the hustle mane fuck about my business
Ima flex

is why my heart got cold 
Tried new things just they just got old 
Every since you left the city everything on hold 
Girl you got my mind on swole

Know you wanna see me put it on ya
Showin' up, yeah
Blowin' up, yeah
Know you wanna see me blow up on ya
Aight, so
From the Steel City, know I rep that

Mama raised a hustler
Cant take me out my element
SheeshGold
Thru on Hugo
Just bought more Hugo
Now everybody Hugo
Had to unsend that text
Almost said

bane
Killer for fortune and fame
With nothing but pain I do it now
When i go gold got the go pro
In the dojo on a slow flow
And I don't know where

Felon he dangerous, gold chrome stainless
Heart became painless
All these bullets nameless
Russian Cream fragrance
Preparing for n***** changing
Foster

hometown crib
Back to where I came from
This city knocks you down
These hoes be acting shameless
This is my moment
I'm wishing you would listen
It's hard

better yeah
Keep it 150 was walking the streets now I'm running the city
I know that I got it so now when they see me
I'm doing my dance hit that Ja Morant

poke the flame
Imma walk a hundred miles on this road to fame
When I get there, if I don't like what I see
Imma walk my happy ass to Panorama City
With

Time to take the ring
Riding thru the city
Feeling all my pain
I just wanna be up at the top
With the flashy things
Give me and my team some rings
Back

buried on your own shit flat on your back
We straight aiming where the gold is this is the 
plan figure the laws aint changed not now not never

I was not

the beamers
Gold chains and cheetah print they walking round with jungle fever
Life was looking good but the streets never reveal the secret
Be your closest man