Lyrics
Way before all this rap nigga I was still him
Pop out miri she calling me trim, better stay in yo lane niggas dropping like pins
I'm the type fuck up the block when I spin
I was moving with 23 rocking the rim
Nigga, run up I'm popping his lid
This a rich nigga party you not getting in
Demon life I pray to god but I sin, I might tweak on a drill and then pass it to twin
I took a trip to New York this a 30 day run nigga I feel like Jeremy Lin
Running up money can't trip bout a bitch i was stuck on that shit when my pockets was slim
I had to get in my bag I done took a few losses a young nigga due for a win
Go on a hit then get low from the men, nigga fuck all this rap and go pick up a gen
I'm tryna focus on music but niggas be dissing I'm clutching on shit that extend
Stepping on court make a fuck nigga duck, we got 762's when we hop out the truck
And the opps tried to run when my bro started throwing like Andrew, them niggas ran out of luck
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Way before all this rap nigga I was still him
Pop out miri she calling me trim, better stay in yo lane niggas dropping like pins
I'm the type fuck up the block when I spin
I was moving with 23 rocking the rim
Nigga, run up I'm popping his lid
This a rich nigga party you not getting in