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Look at the game, bitch
Uh
On the road to riches, had to cut off certain niggas
When you ain't a dick sucker, it might take you long to get it
We're a striker for my niggas, with a picture of who did it
Glizzy might be dead and gone, but I feel I'm forever with him
Bitch, if I don't know your nigga, then stop saying he a killer
I can tell you how he lying, 'cause I hang around them niggas
She too deep up in her feelings, I'm too deep in chasing millions
Crazy how they turn me up, not back then niggas wanna listen
Spent that SRT so much it broke, we blew the trans in it
It feel good to tap my pockets and just feel the bands in them
I ain't gon' lie, a nigga dissed, but he got spanked for playin' with me
Fans listenin', I can't talk about these fuckin' dead niggas
Talk about how I'm worth a ticket, still a jump out in the mirror
Talk about how I'm in the trenches, life was on they way to get me
Bitch ain't never wanna kick it, now she swear she seen the vision
She fuck up, I might forgive her, but I never would forget it, uh
On the road to riches, had to cut off certain niggas
When you ain't a dick sucker, it might take you long to get it
We're a striker for my niggas, with a picture of who did it
Glizzy might be dead and gone, but I feel I'm forever with him
Bitch, if I don't know your nigga, then stop saying he a killer
I can tell you how he lying, 'cause I hang around them niggas
She too deep up in her feelings, I'm too deep in chasing millions
Crazy how they turn me up, not back then niggas wanna listen
Back then, bitches wouldn't get it
Uh, 30, 30