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it
Called me the key to ya locket
But now I see that finesse
Yea he just was a option
We ain't doing that run around
You ain't easin on by me
Why

of missed my exit cause I’m high
Speeding by like I’m running outta time
Yea we get money no question
Girl I know you won’t regret it
If you slide, and roll

the same
I'm getting money in ya city
My ways don't fuckin change
Listen
I'm moving forward with the cheddar
It don't get no realer
I'm from the city from

season for cuffing
Cause if it ain't money, then we ain't discussing
All these lil niggas busy banging in the streets
I'm tryna put on my bros so we eat

but I live by the code
Always keep it solid, never bend break or fold

They want
What you got
Why you entertain em
When you know they want
Your spot
They keep Lurkin on yo page
But it's okay just let em watch
You got

to pretend
Man i been used & mistreated by people I learned them people really didn't love me
I use to cry bout the hurt but God showed me love i'm stronger

on the beach
Smoking up all the weed, how the fuck could i leave it
I wanna keep it
Shit is so wavy, get a lil sea sick
Swiping the visa
Whatever you needing,

as hell with his panties on too tight
Keep sleepin' and put ya jammies on tonight
Lil baby
Stop acting like this whole world revolves around you
Cause it

to your phone
I said you better be finna text me
She glanced up and she showed a lil teeth
Said she ain’t have my number
Girl please Excuse me
Let me fix

hit her old school Cadillac
What you talking bout all i get is stacks
Try to tell ya boys all i spit is facts
Idk about that
Shits so crazy an it's

bitch on some quad wheels
They on for money (Wuh), but not for fucking (No)
Keep tryna stop me (Yeah) yeah, blocked by Johnny (Woah)
Pulling toolies, they

turn blue
The world will forget about you!
Come on Harry
Give us a response, give us a lil' rap it's your turn
You haven't got it left in ya, why don't

I been really going crazy i been trying to get away
But every time i think back on it i just get distracted by the pain
I never thought i would

sympathy
Man you gotta be kidding me. (Huh)
Feel like Lil Pump, esketit (bitch)
Everybody fake, synthetics
Genetically, I'm poetic
I'm ready and energetic

I got my aim up
I got my aim high
Fuck out my way though
Im trynna get by
I was never accepted
I was always neglected
Told myself they'll regret it

afford I can't miss a sale
Tryna raise another 50 then I take it off the wishing well
Never had a job I can't tell ya how legal feels
But I know about

- until 
Back against grill 
Forcing you to deal with the cards 
That you gotta give and take just to get a lil
Just for you to endure - and feel that

no more girl I hate ya
You probably feel like you got me wrapped around your finger
To keep that shit a hundred I don't care what you thinking
You got

dat shit
Till they get around a nigga like me
And turn bitch right
Lucy come along for da hip ride
Hollow clips ready for da tip right
And I keep

a nigga resurrected dreams that I suppressed
And maybe I can be the best so legends with all due respect
I'm tryna be like you and maybe that can keep lil

spit
They tryna say that I'm fakin' it
Claiming they know music, but they really ain't shit
Every beat I make a hit, this shmoney Ima get
Ima keep

Yeah guess you're outta luck.
Like Iron said we from Cali
Fuck with us, yeah you gon have it
Keep running it, we'll cause havoc
Me and my clique we see

you a little 
But I like myself a lil more 
I can’t invest in a whore 
Clean up ya act you feel like a chore 
Yea flex up
Bitch I got now these days