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(Are you still takin' them painkillers, man, what the f*ck?) Yeah Ayy, pass one of them painkillers (Lil Fox, why you so Godly, cuz?) For real For real, for real Uh It's the Big G Yeah On Cap, if I want her, I'll make her quit and pay a bad bitch her salary (Swerv) She'll never ever post no pics of us, but I'm all through her gallery I flex so hard runnin' through that check, you'd think I was burnin' calories Go 'Cat, go Track', go TRX, lil' nigga, that's right up my alley Already went Rolls, already went Lamb', already went coupe, what's next? Bought my first foreign, just me and my mans, we would pull up and shoot out the Lex' He was damn near rich, now I'm yellin' free Drench, gotta check on my auntie Valerie I blew my first a hunnid grand so quick, I was givin' that shit to my family Now I'm playin' with Ms, they hittin' my line, but might want a loan or somethin' On the grind, 'cause Mally just took that time, he gotta come home to somethin' If you free and you got twenty-four like me, just leave me alone, brother Give them tools and fuel to my nephews, 'cause my brother gone, brother On a mission, used to be young and ambitious, now I'm a grown hustler In them trenches, soon that shit got vicious, I was a known suspect Used to hop out backseat, front seat, me and my killers, we tough as Russia Ain't no shoot from down the street, ride down the street, get up close and bust ya Even me, anybody could get touched, I still clutch, pray to God I up first Every day niggas hatin' and starin', pull up McLaren, insides mustard Once upon a time he was part of the crew, now it's f*ck you too, I know that must hurt But you won't ever go with your move, you know I'll pull this bitch out of the shirt Every day I get up, go to work See me lately, I'm goin' berserk Send it out every month on the first Temper short, I been doin' the Percs Shorty bad, let me under her skirt If it's good, then we goin' to Turks And she very demure, she knowin' I'm not insecure, I'm lettin' her twerk Hit the jewelry store, I'm rockin' shit clearer than water, pure like a virgin Expressway, you hear that V12 engine, that's me mergin' Don't stop and chat on corners no more, I blow by on purpose Run through the light, I got my pipe, you niggas make me nervous My homie still servin' (skrrt) Swerv, still swervin' Can't extend my hand, I learned from that, your mans will do you dirty I had remorse when makin' purchases, even though I earned it But f*ck 'em, still tote Glock with 30, just in case he murders Will God test me, stretch a nigga close to me, I worry Got broski number on speed dial, pull up in a hurry If ever it's you or me, I'm choosin' me, won't show no mercy I filled the stat sheet for NLMB, hang up my jersey Told legendary stories in my verses, know they heard of me I got some killers that won't blitz 'til they get the word from me I won't never ever switch and you might snitch, I don't believe it I'm really rich, but that ain't shit, I'd catch a murder in first degree Spent my whole life with skis I saw a rifle, take it lightly, freeze Rockin' GFazo Nikes Who you know make shit viral like me Started off small, now I'm outta your league When it's all said and done, I might get a B And you know I'm grateful 'cause where I came from They don't mention your name with elite Rain, snow, or sleet, I remain a G I ain't let money change me Niggas complainin' instead of makin' a way, but ain't feel more pain as me That shit crazy Crazy That shit crazy It's crazy That shit crazy That shit crazy Shit crazy
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