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Look, first of all, I like to go and spin I catch me a new opp, I might go bounce out of this van
I started getting rich, little baby, I'm creating trends I'm so rich, I might go switch the white van into a Benz
Off a lick, I'm nodding high as shit I might go walk on the opp block on monroe and take a flick
Got my new gen in the photo, so I couldn't post the pic, But I'll definitely post one of your
Dead homies in a ditch, uh Like for real, Fonem, been on them drills They ain't leaving yall
with tags for money, they fucked with the thrill In the ride, I got the wheel
Goofy loafing off them pills If I catch my favorite opp, I'm like Carmelo, I'm a steal, uh
Get the hoes, Its summer, we outside All my brothers ain't like Jaysons
Cause they let Lil' JC die Mamas cry, family ties, why you diss the dead on live
I'm the type of nigga, see what you typing bout in real life, uh I'm the man, made 10k standing still
You must really hate money, that's your kryptonite for real I'm the realest, richest from out west
Fonem, know the deal I'll tell you how they feel, just go grab a book and quill Man, I hate
The way you look, DK, I hate the way you dress And I hate the way you fuck my bitch, cause you do
it the best That's how all my opps sound
That's why they scared to poke they chest That's how all my opps sound
That's why they scared to poke they chest Never looking back, yeah, always look straight
I'm gon' pull up on they block and get a sprain like it's major, yeah Pops died young, yeah, so I
started struggling Anger issues built up, move wrong, we get to tussling I ain't Got no time
for the bitch, bitch, my wrist broke Only time I got to give it, is she giving up deep throat Bitch it's flame, I'm hotter than an oven catch a heat stroke
You'll never beat me, nah
I could never be last Born boxing go outside and get to touching grass Red all on your chest, yeah
bitch, that be that beam, yeah, Red all on your chest
I'ma squeeze till you bleed, yeah Oh, you say you raw, nah
You cannot fuck with me, bitch, I be too hot Yeah, I'm higher than a jet, yeah
Let that bitch kick It's gon' kick just like It's Jack Lee
It be hard to trust niggas, all my motherfuckers do is lie I'm a solid nigga, be this way until I die
I'm the man, I'm the man, made 10K standing still You must really hate Money
That's your kryptonite for real I'm the realest, richest from out west
Fonem know the deal I'll tell you how they feel
Just go grab a book and quit