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Reid put me on this one
Ha
Poping your shit on the internet but nigga don't wanna get it on
Paving my way cause I'm tired of asking these niggas to put me on
Play with my money my family I swear to god it's gon' get you gone
I cannot wait till I get all my money so I go and buy the chrome
I'm going bar for bar with a rapper but my shit is from the dome
Fold him up
Send him home
Them ain't reeboks
What are those?
Throwing gang signs
With your toes!
Why you claim that you getting hoes?
That's a secret that nobody knows
With your fake ass designer clothes
They're getting close
They're getting close
Y'all 'bout to see the holy ghost
We shipping coast to coast
She fell in love with the coco
She did the line on the boat
Tuck the uzi in the coat
I just be dicking her throat
You niggas don't want no smoke
The shit you rapping is a joke
How you balling when you broke
They fooling you, you ain't dope
Ima raw dog it fuck a scope
Always preaching like a pop
Gotta pay money for the post
Ah bitch
Tell me 'bout money ma nigga that shit makes me crazy like I popped a pill
I'm going crazy 'bout all this shit cause a nigga gotta pay some bills
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They're like lil Navy ma nigga you doing too much you gotta chill
How can I chill when my life like a movie I'm doing this for the thrill
We do not talk to the feds ma nigga you know my lips are sealed
Y'all can't fuck with my skill
All of my wounds are healed
Can't even tell you the number of wanna be rappers I had to go kill