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you cannot have (Yeah)
That's the reason why you feel so mad (yeah)
You are lucky but you're never glad (Yeah)
Of all sacrifices by your dad (an) 
Got

uncle Sam be like
I got some shit for u too Chee 
Knot you owe me first before you shop for that Gucci 
When I was outta paper all types even loose leafs

fashion but a penniless bum
Looking at my piece
Like please
Wanna smoke and still wear Gucci
Now I'm on my knees
Not praying just searching couch cushions

thats always the mission
They speak on my name stay the fuck out my business
I ride by myself i dont need no help
Im finna go cop me a new gucci belt
I

I’m spending them blue ones don’t give me no change
Nun of them niggas stay in the lane
Get locked up by 12 he gone sing
7am when the doorbell ring
8pm

like two seat coups
I'm too high in the sky
Looking like ants when I see you
Time to work said my boy J
Surfing on them firewaves
Knock it out the park

on you make sure everything was gucci. How you feeling?
Amazing
I ain’t know you could cook thou
What? I’m Chef By R D. Weathers you shittin me?
You so

of the streets /criteria fillin it/ put together by the piece/ every brick in the building fit/ call big homie everyday / ian pray in a minute/ the nigga serving

the way of my dough
Too much fucking money but I need to get more 

Baby take a seat with my dick up
I ain’t playin games fuck a pickup
She give me brain,

your
Teeth full of fecal see my EYES
With my white contacts see
All your false acts take your false raps
Shove it up under my nutsack
Fuck the Gucci

a seat
If it's one that I know
Is that I live by the VNM Die by the VNM
If you ain't with the gang you a victim Ah
VNM in ya veins
Now put 'em in the game

get beat 

On the floor with her 
prayin' we catch him in the streets 

I told her we Gucci, 
Ma relax,
let up ya feet

Heart to hearts in a rolls,

some by her chin
Like a goat tee
I get to it don't know
Bout no slow feet
Fucked her told the bitch
Act like you don't know me
I'm giving the hoe back

Coupe
(Whoo)
Take you back to the 80’s
Run me up
My whole forty (Run)
Seen twelve
I Ran a forty (Gone)
Bad vibe my lil shorty
I Smash
I’m gone by

ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh
Noose on my neck, ‘cos I’m tied to the late nights
This the type of shit that we live by
Everything they do, I done ten times
Roley

on the couch
We was all on our trap shit had em
Sniffin shit by the ounce
Straight act a fool with a pack a wolves
Karl Anthony towns
I told gone and get they

you can't never catch me pissing

At the Gucci store bout to pop another round
G5 to Florida, private seat for another bound
Private mansion in

bitch you barely can't see me
You barely can't see me vv too bright
Vvs to bright you really go blind

Hot box in the sky my niggas the highest
4 by 4

be the baddy b, I talk queen nick
Cause I hit them
I'm going stupid slow motion
I get these crowds in commotion
And by the end of the night, yo ass

it
C'mon

You know the play its C-A all day
Forever Inspired
By my God Yahweh
The name brings the same theme as the Valley of the Kings
On a winning

build myself a business
Gucci, Prada, always on me
Way she share herself
Man I think that bi' a commie
Two seat? Nada, riding in a trolley
Put the bros

and spick and span and clean
I don't know what a trailer park is, I don't know what you mean
If a poor person passes by, I plug my nose, try not to cry

carrying this pain and it's feeling so heavy
How you ride or die but ain't got no weapon
In the back seat watch her slide down the leather
Play games like

Brand new coat, blood stains
Gucci belt, are you insane?
Trying to live in the city’s so hard
You’ll be on your way to work, can’t even find your own