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Hey, this your boy, man
Big, locster
I'm the biggest
A half a band, you damn near half a man
Stamped his people's wrong
And got em set up for a couple Grand
I told you youngin, die
Then niggaz in that wind
Just think fo you get in that Yeah
I just counted 60 grand
My youngin up but got No Plans
Yeah, yeah
Said everyday he making flips
Just thinking bout my future
But my current view was Lit
I'm rockin then she rollin
VS diamonds wit no tint
Told cuz my AC out, he like bitch how
Cause Niggas rich
You gotta damn no crash to get my
Wrist
No, no Jordans. I'ma get a grip
Ats bags Wherever you sit
Got me paying for a spot where
I don't even sleep or shit
2, 2K ain't miss a play
But I ain't wrestling with no stick
Got me downtown Off them bowls
Them people think I'm selling kicks
I did a marathon in the West
These niggas Gossip like a
Seen her at her worst than Wifed her
But came up shooting dice with lifers
Nah, Nah, I ain't get no favors
Unless the OG threw me Something
I paid them after I slid and dumped it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, exit
Niggas know that's me
Southside, I want outside, I got, but
Threw them hoes for cheap
Heard your niggas telling like you selling for informing Fees
Im wavy I might catch a plug just shopping for some socks And tees
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm at Ross crib with Rick Moon I need My own cartoon
Show these youngins how to build a monsoon
And never should you be a goon, it's propaganda
Fuck the right out of a pandas
Told my youngin' never ever smash a random
I remember when my peoples was pressured, he made a diamond
Now he dunkin' and flyin', I just be laughin' and smilin'
Ain't missin' money, I be missin' shit, this don't really matter