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Nice new chain with a gold rollie
Cooking up those collard greens
Nice new chain with a gold rollie
Mama, I'ma do my best
I swear, I got the family
Unfortunately, I ain't wanna be the greatest
I was like nine years old
Nine years bold, nine years sold
Don't worry about that leprechaun, collect your Cloves
Hey, keep going
I wasn't the one to fucking fold
My dreams was filled with ice
I fucking made it snow like Snowman
But I had no dope man
These papers was rhymes
In my rhyme book, the crimes
Lyrically, I was the greatest
Thank God that I made it
My cousin BK got shot in his head
He was the bravest
Damn, he didn't make it
Like Pac-Man in the streets, uh
I cook it and ate it
My baller game is sick, uh
It's never being deflated
I keep the pistol tight, ziploc tight
Can't suffocate me
I'm like, bitch, I might
Rap all night, you can't underrate me
I know nothing can phase me
I know they always gon' hate me
Cripple, but nothing can break me
Kyrie Irving, nothing can shake me
So determined, hustles amazing
New suburban, big wheel I'm racing
So many cravings, lifestyle I'm chasing
I take my time so nothing can take me
You already know
You know what I'm saying?
When I picked up the microphone, I chose to do it
I'm fine as hell, I mean
She was fine as hell, I mean
Took her to get her nails done
That shit was like lima green
Cooking up those collard greens
Smoked turkey with black eyed peas
Hot sauce splash with mac and cheese
At the cook out, got my drink on freeze
Everybody know I got a blunt on me
Everybody know I keep a long black tee
Nice new chain with a gold rollie
Grandma like, please don't call police
I'm giving out roses for the f-s that folded