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You know what it is?
Ooh bitch don't drown
Cocaine coming up RIP the runner—up
Ain't hard to see the numbers up
I'm hustling till the sun is up
I ain't got no one to trust
They said they ain't fuck with us
Now the money comes to us be careful when it comes to us
Cause I'ma make them pay for every time they cross me
And I'ma win right in the face of everyone that lost me
And stay up on this paper chase like all the plugs that taught me
I'm running down on shit come run up on me dick
I've been grinding on a solo tip horse stamp polo bricks
She was on some YOLO shit man I don't even know the bitch
Get over it raw coke for the bacon sold us mix
You got the golden wrist just like the golden gun
We putting it all in nicks
Put it out make it back
If it ain't right take it back
Raw steak it's like his third gun case
They made a max face the facts fuck parole
D.O.C wants your soul on patrol
Every day they must see we on a roll
Hard knock honor roll
Caught a block on a stove
Went to war went to tour
Called shots on the road
Lost control lost my mind
Won't hesitate to cross the line
Took a rap when I was young
Told the pigs it all was mine
All I do is fall and climb
Guess that's what you call a grind
Used to ride in smoke all the time
They follow me now
I call them spine
Polo 9 millimeter shells
Finish charcoal 9
Rub a grip on some fucking shit
Bitch I ain't hard to find
Cocaine coming up
R.I.P the runner up
Ain't hard to see the numbers up
I'm hustling till the sun is up
I ain't got no one to trust
They said they ain't fuck with us
Now the money comes to us
Be careful when it comes to us
Cause I'ma make them pay for every time they cross me