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Stickin to the code
On the moon too loaded
Jersey in the rafters on my block im goated
Adderalls in the stu im focused
Im like a loaf i cannot fold
Ion even go to the mall no mo
Chrisean fuck bluefaces up
Remember i was on the block w no hope
Catch u off them xans prolly take yo soul
Aint prayed at all but im still havin
Im ballin like josh cover of madden
My pockets in shape itll bench a caddy
I love bad bitches i got bad habits
I was wishing for all this when we was in traffic
Ballin like kobe creatin madness
Buttons on shit dressed in formal fashion
Chief bosston to the bank im laughing
Cant hate the kid ya made me like this
Ima diamond in the ruff gotta pay me like rich
Im not a kid ion needa stylist
If it dont make money it dont make sense
Yea
Straight up
You running late I won't wait up
Took me some time get my weight up
Still remember them days that
I wasn't really having shit
Couldn't go half on shit
Man
Couldn't even grab a zip
And I don't even do the lean my nigga
But couldn't pour ac and shit
Now that I'm having shit
Two tone AP to match the whips
If I want to I grab a brick
And you want her gram but I have the bitch
She washing my back and shit
I know it's some hoes that'll crash for this
I know it some niggas do bad on licks
Can't bring yo phone when you dashing
Got a houston nigga that still tote automatics
Ya bitch a leg and you surprised that I smashed it
Flipped ya bitch and then her check like gymnastics
She good with the head couldn't pass on this