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Every time I answer phone calls yea Yea they need something Yea yea Every time I answer phone calls yea they need something I just put my phone on DND after the red button This is why I'm solo gotta cut em off and keep gunning One more nigga ask me for a handout Ima bleed something Yea they talking shit, yea they talking this and that Once they hear a no, they gone stab you in the back How you mad but you said you gone work outside the rags Once you f*ck up trust no way in hell you get it back, ok I been on my hustle shit, tryna get a bag and go You ain't on your working shit, cut you off you moving slow Tryna plant my seed in this, watch it sprout and let it grow I done fell so many times but got back up like dominos Ima need my bank account to have a speech impediment Drop a bag on styles gone have a nigga fresh as peppermint You can't tell your business because they gone wanna damage it Let them niggas come home damn half of them are innocent Rock the V on top my jacket like the shit was letterman I can't tell them how I got this far they wouldn't understand He can't tell me how to work cuz ima end him where he stand Load the chopper shoot next to his toes he learned to dance again You don't smell like money I don't you to stand next to me I ain't telling shit you niggas better learn the recipe He don't know the deal, you can hear the stutter in his speech I be plottin' on a move, whenever I go to sleep I was always in the house, I was never on the streets Never thought I fucked with rapping till I snapped on Baby beat There's no money in the conversation cannot get a feat I got anger built up but don't worry it's still on leash I was always in the house, I was never on the streets Never thought I fucked with rapping till I snapped on Baby beat There's no money in the conversation cannot get a feat I got anger built up but don't worry it's still on leash Every time I answer phone calls yea they need something I just put my phone on DND after the red button This is why I'm solo gotta cut em off and keep gunning One more nigga ask me for a handout Ima bleed something Yea they talking shit, yea they talking this and that Once they hear a no, they gone stab you in the back How you mad but you said you gone work outside the rags Once you f*ck up trust no way in hell you get it back, ok Baby Von Haha