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Yeah, I'm back on my shit again
Trap mode, man. I'm in all trap mode right now, man
Ain't got no favors for nobody, man
I ain't got nothing for nobody, man. I don't, I don't, I don't
I ain't got nothing for nobody
Please, nobody ask me for nothing, man
I'm in the process of rebuilding myself, man
You know what I'm saying
It ain't personal
This shit's business
Yes, I'm in that mode again
I get Jail calls back to back shit getting crazy
I got sells lined up at the crack of dawn, we getting paper
I get rings in every trap I play in, that's why they hating
I know if I really lock in with this music then I could make it
If you a giver around takers it will turn your ass up
I move in silence like a Mason, Them people will burn your ass up
I then been down on my dick feel like I'm running out of luck
I just been grinding
I'm Tony Montana
Them hawks about to touch
I feel like Trey Young in this bitch for the gang
I'm coming in clutch
I got an old head putting shit in her name
As long as I fuck her, I got a line in the Virgin Islands
With his feet up, be doing numbers
You try and link up with me in the States and get some rings
He Tim Duncan
This shit crazy, but I be hustling
Struggle, made me
It ain't nothing
Let's come together and get some money
A lot of killers, so we're the hustlers
I'm with the family
In Martha's Vineyard
I met the plug in Nantucket
Everybody, will shine together
If I can get this load through Kentucky
Keeping all this shit in the family
I'm giving plugs out to my cousin
You getting tripped right out your position
Try and go to war and ain't got no money
You chasing pussies
Stick to the mission
Them bitches only want your hundreds
Just like my fifth time out of Burbank since December