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Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double Last hit gave him whiplash, now he callin' huddle Shot him with a zombie tip, now his face startin' to bubble Tracer rounds through his jaw, missin' pieces of the puzzle Keep a couple tools on me, like I'm Rubble on the double You just do it for the money, while I do it for the hustle I'll be damn, huh, if you ask me, niggas really mad I took off like it's a track meet, no distractions One goal, I'm a athlete in all black Ninety-five degrees, I attract heat, but it come with it And I ain't nervous, act up if you want to, I'll start purgin Sneak dissing me on the phone, ain't workin You still on the block with a bag, no purpose You a bum nigga, huh, you a joke, you gave money When a nigga needed hope for a real nigga to be real and not choke We had real deals, you pop pills and crash boats Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle Gotta make sure it's real cash, brody got to bubble You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double Last hit gave him whiplash, got him callin' huddle Funny how you real to a bunch of fake niggas Told him move along, on my way to eight figures In my own lane and I still create niggas Tryna reintroduce yourself, fake jigga, it'll never work Niggas know the real, shoulda took a couple weeks off from poppin' pain pills Sober up, get your mind right, maybe you can think Every dollar can be gone in a snap or a blink You not invincible, it's just the principle of how you think Niggas paved a way and still would've said Rob brinks How I help you and moms turn around and tell on me Nah, it's four walls, a toilet that's connected to the sink If she shut the f*ck up, bitch, I woulda been free Instead of six months, a nigga did a 12 by three Niggas talk all that shit but wont address me Niggas flash they whole kits but it don't impress me Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it Last Hit gave him whiplash , got him callin' huddle Now I got my own shit, throw a stone or a brick We gon' shoot some shit up like the first through the fifth I'm like Ron with the weed or I'm Tez at the bank Other days, I'm KP slidin' with the drank Make deposits, not withdrawals, that's how you make rank Glance and go, I get pissed off when niggas don't blink It's a toll, huh, and now pay the fee Workin' hard just in case Anari see the blasphemy Workin' smart just in case they take another blast at me Play the part so all my niggas never be a casualty Believe in God, when you die, you wanna leave a legacy It's not a lie, humdulila protect me from the jealousy Got a bag and they still mad, they ain't wanna hustle Gotta make sure it's real cash, brodie got to bubble You just mad you don't get cash, how we make it double Last, he gave him whip blast, now he callin' huddle BITCH