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Ooh, top five, top five, top five, top five, I mean no doubt

True, repo, make sure we took your house, we need the couch

Too late, where you been at? And where you at? We need the fence

Mayne, so much that kid snuck from the bathroom off the fence

Mayne, we bump your shit like when I'm high and when the rent

Ain't several figures, where your friends?

Say wassup to the option and all these adoptions

And the Phil was the healer and Robert the doctor

We felt the bruises and knives

And the location implode

Got a little faith in me still

Ayy, yeah, yeah

Hang with the makers, don't fault

Just hang with the makers

Be who you are

Right? Tut

Nigga, bigger and better than all of y'all, anyone

I'll tell him to his face like

Shit, riding 'round with the bass like

20-inch rims with them center plates absolutely

Sick of the lies, shucking and jiving

More conniving, I'm riding in my G-30 fizz-ive

Rolling up weed in my G-30 fizz-ive

Made a lot of green in my G-30 fizz-ive

Back and bossed up

I just touched down, I Randy Moss'd 'em

I be taking the payment, stacking the savings

Can't blow all your cheddar, dawg, you do better

Running through the city, sitting pretty like hair on hoes

I'm here, I'm home, I'm high off life

I'm high off sprite, mixed with a little hi-tech

We got 20 bags, we got dime sacks

Never play myself, short now it's off to the airport

Another classic got niggas waiting to export

More spiritual than lyrical

But still I need my residual, absolutely

Never find it even with credit cards

I hold my nuts, and when I hit that wall I run through it

'Til my niggas hit that mall and run through it

This is more than music, nigga, I swear that

I'ma get a Roley and a house just like Uncle Willy

(Big ass house in the woods)

Kick my shitty ass bucket to the curb when I start rollin' 'round in a Bentley

(Got a ride in a big ass ride)

Might pull up on my old hoes just so I can stunt on the bitches

(Stunt on them broke ass hoes)

'Cause we just went and did a lot of shit, just so we could say that we did it

Ayy, I got the bounce to make you feel like

Yeah, nappy 'fro got the hoes like

Yeah, Shell Toes on my toes like, yeah

Big homie on the phone like

"Fuck up them niggas, man, just be true to yourself

That's what you made for

That's what you prayed for

Nigga, everybody gotta hustle for something

Work for the come-up

Influence the culture

Like I'm a leader"

This the shit that we used to talk about in my G-30 fizz-ive

(Had about an ounce and a digi-scale in the rizzide)

Tut be off the easy fo-sheezy

Moving on up like George and Weezie

Y'all so sleep, nigga, wake up

Young ass nigga 'bout to fuck the game up

So impressed, I'm so invested

Shit ain't been the same since, the mom on Fresh Prince

It's funny how we switched the game up

Took niggas to church like a church bus

Fuck the bullshit, this is real rap

Preacher's son a year old and it still slap

I might, pull up on a rapper, tell 'em, "Get on this shit"

Boy, you a mess, make it look so easy, do you see the finesse? Building your job

Searching for your surface out of vacant facade

My God, we thank God, we living it up

When the world got you down, I'll be building you up

Ain't shit to it, it's just music

Don't let fear of failure scare you

Ah! King Tut, my nigga, what's going on?

What's going on, man? How you doing?

Hey, I see you and Isaiah Rashad holding it down in these streets,man

Putting on for Chattanooga the city

Yeah man, I appreciate it, man

Oh yeah, man, but hey, lemme ask you a question

You think you can sell a nigga 20 sack, man?

Nah man, I can't do that, man, I don't even sell weed

Hey man, you can't sell a 20 sack, man?

Man, if I could, I would, bruh, I promise

A'ight well, can I at least pray for you? Lemme get your hands