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Englewood native
Fourth ward baby
Parents might've made me
But you know the streets raised me
I was 12 when I came of the porch Call me MJ
Who got better game in the fourth?
F*ck you thought?
Trapping is a sport
I was getting money at McKay Park Court
Young bull
Shut down the whole dice game
Back in 03
When niggas couldn't stop Banks
The OG was balling in Memphis
I picked a pack up
And started serving like tennis
Add it up count it right
Before the cars
We was trapping off the mountain Bikes
Hold onnnn I cant relax
Got to get the paper
Money hungry sweet tooth
Need it now & later
Make that money now
Make that money later
Ima make some money now
Ima Make some money later
Hold onnnn I can't relax
Got to get the paper
Money hungry sweet tooth
Need it now and later
Make that money now
Ima make some money later
Ima make that money now
Ima make some money later
We been getting money
Got no time to be chilling
Trap house to penthouse
Apartments to villas
Pardon your feelings boy
Still in the streets
Got the heart of gorillas
I thank God every day
That we aren't you Niggas
We ain't acting cool neither
Used to f*ck teachers at the school & The after school teachers
Used to serve the teachers at the School
And the after school teachers
Got popped serving at the school After schooling niggas
Backstreet hugger
Backseat lover
Yea I do it all im a stat sheet stuffer
We are not the same
We both might of fucked her
But the only difference is
That you'll cuff her
Hold onnnn
Hold onnnn I cant relax
Got to get the paper
Money hungry sweet tooth
Need it now & later
Make that money now
Make that money later
Ima make some money now
Ima Make some money later
Hold onnnn I can't relax
Got to get the paper
Money hungry sweet tooth
Need it now and later
Make that money now
Ima make some money later
Ima make that money now
Ima make some money later
Hold onnnnn