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Been all on the chart, but I ain't made it y'all
God-damn BJ with a knuckle
Cut off my phone, I'm in the booth, I don't even wanna talk
Ain't no more goin' broke on the rock, now I get paid to walk
They see my name all on the chart, but I ain't made it y'all
Can't say I did until I finally made a way for all
The ones I love, they'll make it big
Say they want that new shit cool, I'm finna let them hear
Damn, I miss Lil Tay, I pray he ain't gotta do no big
We the type to dirty up them Glock brain, gotta see it
We the type to creep up on them feet, hop out, get nasty, huh
Chasing paper, ain't talkin' to my bitch, she think I'm mad at her
If he got that sack, I send a blitz like it was mad at her
Niggas fuck, you think I'm trippin' by the bitch I had before
I swear I'm not, I got this paid the legit way so I could show it now
Once we up, it ain't no comin' down, my gang ain't goin' out
Sign a deal, I'm showin' out, rap or what we blowin' out
God-damn BJ with a knuckle
Cut off my phone, I'm in the booth, I don't even wanna talk
Ain't no more goin' broke on the rock, now I get paid to walk
They see my name all on the chart, but I ain't made it y'all
Can't say I did until I finally made a way for all
The ones I love, they'll make it big
Say they want that new shit cool, I'm finna let them hear
Damn, I miss Lil Tay, I pray he ain't gotta do no big
We the type to dirty up them Glock brain, gotta see it
We the type to creep up on them feet, hop out, get nasty, huh
Chasing paper, ain't talkin' to my bitch, she think I'm mad at her