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Man, I love my city
I just left, I'm back though
I just smoke the backwood
Then she break her backbone
Ouu she acting' silly
Asking what I left for
I just smack her left cheek
Hit her with the left stroke
Puffing on the Cali
Tryna make the stress go
I've been thinking "one day"
Ever since the get-go
Everything I did, now I gotta do it double, bitch
Fucking with the kid, you gon' get your ass in trouble, shit
Get the bag, never fumble it
I'm juggling like a hundred things
I just don't got time for it (I just don't got time for it)
I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)
And six broads (And like six broads, ooh)
I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)
Ooh oh oh oh
I'm praying my city love me, I'm really hungry
Made a profit off nasty flow, now that's dirty money
Do 180 on Stoney, homie, the reaper coming
But I keep on running, so ain't no repercussions
End of discussion, I tear down the function
I'm done with the fuck shit, I'm fucking up all the budgets
I come in and clutch it
Y'all wait, 'cause I don't rush it
My bait gon' catch the public
I hate if they be judging
I pray to keep abundance
I may slip-up on Monday
I pay the piper with it
Can't say I'm not committed
I take what's for the taking
The throne is very vacant
Not all superheroes wear a fucking cape
But if I did I bet that shit look great
Might go good with the bape
I mean just give me a break
And not too many relate to the feeling that to me is so natural
To you I bet I look like an asshole
Ayy
Get the bag, never fumble it
I'm juggling like a hundred things
I just don't got time for it (I just don't got time for it)
I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)
And six broads (And like six broads, ooh)
I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)
Ooh oh oh oh
I'ma lone wolf that just moves in a pack
Tryna get my money to stack taller than Shaq
Always been told just to roll with the punches
But my hunch says that I ought to attack
My whip doors need a 90 degree flip
Windows need tint so you suckas can't see shit
The endo getting smoked in the cockpit
Till my flow a Glock, cock it right back and pop shit
Stop it
I'm changing the topic
My flow so hot like I'm bringing the tropics
Guess that's why I got these groupies going all topless
Like it's Cancun
Your boy so handsome
Gotta hand it to 'em, they do what they can do
But it just ain't lit, they blew out your candle
And it's only hits, I'm leaving 'em black and blue
I came with only desire, I left with all of this attitude
Get the bag, never fumble it
I'm juggling like a hundred things
I just don't got time for it (I just don't got time for it)
I need nine foreigns (I need like nine foreigns)
And six broads (Ooh)
I go way too hard (I go way too hard, ooh)
Ooh oh oh oh