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Smokin on cookies I'm coughing up Niggas amateurs Never be catching up I'm surprised That u even a runner up Talk about records Yeah I run it up On god on a record i glide She f*ck wit the boy Cause she feelin the vibe But I came for the money I ain't pickin no side Yo hoe like a salad Keep her on the side So what do you do If u don't got the money You run & got it U might as well flip U stack up the digits U making a living I'm taking a chance & I'm making a killing I'm still in the hood Gotta link the streets I'm keeping it solid I ain't keeping it sweet Gimme a beat Then fasho imma eat I ain't even reach my peak Gimme a plate Nigga i ain't leaving til late Stuck in studio making a way Smokin on tree & I'm high as tree I'm bound to make it I know this shit fate F*ck your designer I ain't wearing no fakes I'm Niked out My drip like a lake Keep this shit raw Like Mid rare steak I make a way I Make a play Drowning All these niggas is drowning Smokin on gas Smokin i just be high as mountain Drowning All these niggas is drowning Smokin on gas Smokin i just be high as mountain F*ck your whole tape That shit sound like a interlude U tryna rap like a lil baby interview Typical You cannot enter the inner you Thought you was good Till you met the real general This not a miracle I just be clinical I be original U be invisible U not formidable U really minuscule Pick u apart like a long name syllable (beautiful) Ion need bling to shine My aura can shine like a mineral Record all my thoughts On a digital Giving you barz Traditional I'm the last one left Residual Headed to the Top The pinnacle I saw it happen Yeah it's visual Chillin back smoking medicinal