I got young niggas that’s rollin’ I got niggas throwin’ B’s ’Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke, noĪll I know is murder, when it comes to me You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed ’Cause my mama need that bill money and my son need some milk ’Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home I’m ridin’ ’round my city with my hands strapped to my toast That Lambo’, my new bitch, she don’t ride like my Ghost I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?įlexin’ on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinachĭouble M, yeah, that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished? I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word, Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lot You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas then what you talkin’ ’bout? Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased I did shit with Mariah, Lil’ nigga I’m on fire, Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m Flyer No crawling, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garagesĪll foreign bitches menagin’, fuckin’, suckin’, and swallowin’Īnything for a dollar, they tell me get ’em, I got ’em, I did it without an album I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I was departed Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please ‘fore them triggers squeeze Got shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, “Achoo” If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do” See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit So I had to grind like that to shine like this I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?, You ready?
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