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Nah I ain't gon lie to you son
Sometimes that's just how life go
But shit sometimes you gotta roll with the punches you feel me
Matter fact look
Let me show you something
Look
Take a deep breath
Hold it for three seconds
Hold it right there
Now let it go
Yeah
Fire views
Fire food
Remote control the water this a fire pool
With that mouth she go to work and she fire too
How would you feel if my typa dude fired you
How do you feel when we fuck
Do I inspire you
You said yo rent past due What should I wire you
I pay fa that and plenty more
But what you trynna do
Yo friends say I got you spoiled
They so tired of you
Young nigga
Gang bangin' but you valuable
This cold world'll tell you you ain't shit if you allow em to
You been on yo block all night and when its time to shoot
You gon slide but if you die who gon slide fa you
Sometimes you gotta question niggas that's around you foo
Sometimes you gotta meditate
Sometimes you gotta shoot
I know that feelin' when yo freedom is improbable
Have you 'round here waitin' 90 days for a conjugal
I been on my grind fa months
Pistol on my side because
Niggas killin rappers when they catch us but that's on my son
Try to catch me lackin' I'll crash em like a hit and run
Only thing I spit is facts
Spend a mill & get it back
Hit it from the back
It ain't no cappin she might get attached
Baby bottle full but what I'm sippin' ain't no Similac
Bankroll Bo
Just ask yo bitch what I spent in Saks
Monkey nuts on it choppas only for the Silverbacks
Fire jewels
Fire shoes
A condo in Manhattan wit a fire view
Smokin' fire to the brain
I'm a fire dude
She on a plane
I'm that nigga that she flyin' to
She told me I'm a flyer dude and she tired of you
She trynna pull a all-nighter
I do not approve
I gotta get up and get this money that's what I gotta do
These Fire Views
Nigga These Fire Views
Ash the Backwoods
Catching vapors
Play no games boy
Travel 'round the world when I came back I'm still the same boy
Matta fact the same man
Pain behind these Ray Bans
Count a million cash and kill a nigga with the same hands
Wake up early morning meditate before I make the bed
Brush my teeth and exit time to execute this gameplan
Chakras fully open
Fully focused I'm the yay man
Never graduated fell victim to this Gangland
Sittin' in the cell getting drunk wit my lil cousin
Today he goin' home he finna leave me in this dungeon
Soon as he see the gates he say he gon get to runnin'
And I can't help but think man I wish my time was comin
They open up the door he leave
A pain hit my stomach
I grab my cell phone
It's time to get back to this money
I been down for so long so only up is how I run it
Fraudulent finessin' I feel like the Feds comin'
Look
Designer on my duffles that's a absolute
I made it off of Grand just doin' what I had to do
Foreign garments that's for sure but let's not confuse
My valuables is certainly not no Bally boots
I own the rights to all my music
I am not a foo
Gotta save this money for my kids for when they finish school
Baby suck me up and swallow cumm like its baby food
Sun burnin' through these lenses
This a Fire View