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Tell me what I gotta do to get in your mind
Gangstas in Da City
Grind so hard till I touch a billy
Word from the Ends say they really don't see me
Fuck a Rollie need a Richard Millie
Gangster gangster rich is gangster I need all the answers Tell me who got the answers
Rapture Rapture on any man who trynna stand on my bread who trynna step on my breaaaad
Only got guns and computers, cash out on a daily is compulsory things we been doing for the funds I ain't gotta say nigga you know I'm from the bakery
Talk to myself in my sleep bad man you should know yea yea I gotta make it. think I'm moving loosely you should test and see Naa shey you Dey whine me ni
They Dunno I'm with my gang and we pulling up heavy issa cash War we ain't taking it easy nothing casual .I got Lyn in my chest in swagging moving slow but I'm not slow .you should know I'm not slow . got the strap on my hip you can test me I'll let a nigga do Parkour
I got Shooters in the hood they gonn Aim and They gonn shoot they gonn do when I say do
Eyes on the price on a daily
Lit on shit you should know we ain't babies
We ain't gotta fight Ova Gyal
There's a milli &more I'm pissed sipping baileys
Turn Up that shit when I talk
I'm geeked on God
On my my Body Tom ford
Don't wait for my shooter to shoot goddamn I'm shooting my self
I use to wait on my nigga to choose naa now I'm choosing myself
The oops hurt as fuck now I'm doing my self
Gimme a reason to lose
Cuz yea we gonn win as fuck
This shit ain't luck I'm burning burning I'm burning burning and imma smile on my journey if they hate
They can wait for my earnings
In a warzone and I'm ready I'm strapped up moving steady if you fuck up ego bloody watchu know my Killy
Don't think it's wise for your shooter to shoot you should shoot yourself I'm focused on two things my bitches and my wealth yea