HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, Y'ALL THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED?
WHEN I BOUGHT THAT ASTON MARTIN, Y'ALL THOUGHT IT WAS RENTED?
FLEXIN' ON THESE NIGGAS, I'M LIKE POPEYE ON HIS SPINACH
DOUBLE M, YEAH, THAT'S MY TEAM, ROZAY THE CAPTAIN, I'M LIEUTENANT
I'M THE TYPE TO COUNT A MILLION CASH THEN GRIND LIKE I'M BROKE
THAT LAMBO MY NEW BITCH, SHE DON'T RIDE LIKE MY GHOST
I'M RIDIN' AROUND MY CITY WITH MY HAND STRAPPED ON MY TOAST
'CAUSE THESE NIGGAS WANT ME DEAD AND I GOTTA MAKE IT BACK HOME
… 'CAUSE MY MAMA NEED THAT BILL MONEY, MY SON NEED SOME MILK
THESE NIGGAS TRYNA TAKE MY LIFE, THEY FUCK AROUND, GET KILLED
YOU FUCK AROUND, YOU FUCK AROUND, YOU FUCK AROUND, GET SMOKED
'CAUSE THESE PHILLY NIGGAS I BROUGHT WITH ME DON'T FUCK AROUND, NO JOKE, NO
… ALL I KNOW IS MURDER, WHEN IT COME TO ME
I GOT YOUNG NIGGAS THAT'S ROLLIN', I GOT NIGGAS THROWIN' B'S
I DONE DID THE DOA'S, I DONE DID THE KOD'S
EVERY TIME I'M IN THAT BITCH, I GET TO THROWIN' 30 G'S
… BUT NOW I'M HANGIN' OUT THAT DROP HEAD, I'M RIDIN' DOWN ON COLLINS
THEY LET MY NIGGA ERN BACK HOME, THAT YOUNG NIGGA BE WILDIN'
WE YOUNG NIGGAS, WE MOBBIN', LIKE BATMAN AND WE'RE ROBBIN'
THIS TWO-DOOR MAYBACH WITH MY SEAT ALL RECLININ'
I'M LIKE, "REAL NIGGA, WHAT UP? REAL NIGGA, WHAT UP?"
IF YOU AIN'T ABOUT THAT MURDER GAME, THEN PUSSY NIGGA, SHUT UP
… IF YOU DISS ME IN YOUR RAPS I'LL GET YO' PUSSY-ASS STUCK UP
WHEN YOU TOUCHDOWN IN MY HOOD, NO THAT TOUR LIFE AIN'T GOOD
CATCH ME DOWN IN MIA AT THAT HEAT GAME ON WOOD
WITH THAT PUMA LIFE ON MY FEET LIKE THAT LITTLE ENGINE I COULD
… BOY, I SLIDE DOWN ON YOUR BLOCK, BIKE ON 12 O'CLOCK
AND THEY BE THROWIN' DEUCES ON THE SAME NIGGA THEY WATCH
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