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Now we out In France eating French toast belstaff trench coat
Pedal to the floor whore the Amg Benz float
Cartier lenses Dior on my 10 toes
From the dirt I rose plenty m's is the end goal
I made 8th whole turn o'z to a money roll
Double doe to hustle left the cutties with a runny nose
I delt wit buyers and suppliers
Seen powder turn into a solid wit the Pyrex on the fire
Been the flyest ghetto myas on my dick like I'm Brent Faiyaz
She masturbate to my flyers she admire
The devil can't stare inside the eye of the messiah
Keep him the hole he'll never rise higher
Finessing you was the goal you sold ya soul to the pied piper
Shit I touch turn gold a prime rhyme writer
Out for profits, got brolic pockets
Fully invested in the product and the process
Ya not this fly obnoxious to the top rise a couple notches
King like Nas in 96 ya novice ya drops will never be hot as my shit
Elevated from getting my re up outta mail boxes
Plenty hand to hand sales now I'm globe trotting
Designer clothes to the toes so the hoes watching
Take a flick it last longer
Keep ya eyes on ya own paper like class
From where they blast on ya
I had to find a way
For you bum ass niggaz convo ain't got the time of day
The money coming fast pronto andale
I'm on a paper chase
Out to touch plaques that say platinum plus
Ya favorite rappers a pack I roll him up and puff
Do you dirty like John Cuff
I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold ya mom stuff
Little powder pebble for 50 pill for a dub now my face on channel 60
Left the game ain't look back don't care if it miss me
Millions in my future serving fiends in my history
Fuck you niggaz on the scene ya cd a frisbee
You and ya sneakers is on lean watch me style In misery
Ain't nothing fuckin wit me over conductor Shit
We globally getting duckets while your stuck on a sunken ship