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Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This chain get took
I do this for the n***as that always Keep it tucked
I was on the block thugging
Make him give that up
When I see a opp
No hesitation ima lift him up
When you on the block
Keep some drugs and heaters
Tucked
Started selling hard it made the Hard times easier
Even if life had a mirror
You can't live a double
We gone hop out and start
Spinning like we hit the lotto
All I care about is benji
You can keep your follow
That fake love sh*t
A get you ate and swallowed
Unbothered double back again
Round 2 filled with hollows
In a grave where they find you
Far as I know I been getting
Cheese nachos
It ain't my fault Ain doing
This sh*t to fall off
My brother told me
He had a dream
I got knocked off
The devil want me
I can't go out I'm a rap god
Im on my lonely
I can hit the bank no more fraud
My beats by code g
But I admit this one too hard
Working off a few bags that's
Usual
These hoes ain't really with you
They just using you
Sometimes I just get high
And then I asked myself
Would everybody around me
If ain have my wealth
I turned down them deals
Played with the cards
I was dealt now I count up m's and
Louis v on my belt
N***a try watch this drip
You better watch where you step