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Bad bitches, countin doe, baggin rocks – crazy
Vehicles…..kitted…..my whole teams committed – we was poor as
Kids….. but now it seems we’ve done did it and blew – other
Niggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and
That’s
Emphatically true, so don’t cross us….or you’ll be on the
Ground countin losses – for rea; – every nigga I know will peel a
Motherfuckin dome like stockin – we be the owner of the style
Many niggas be jockin – blocks be rocklin – Glock pops alot and
Damn
There ain’t no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever
Pop told me that this money’s not forever so I look for investments
For
My crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin
Money , paw, ya see it – cause if ya can’t be paid, it’s like ya can’t
Be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters
– or heaters – and share the mind state of a fetus – can’t beat us –
And
Lyrically them niggas can’t see this as it go’s – we turn kilo’s
Into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood – and blood
Will
Often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells –
Names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell
Becomes hell – said even time don’t tell, at least that’s how it used
To be, but it’s a different day and time and strong eyes don’t see
Down
The wire – ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking
Blunts strong as desire – a messiah – raised amongst men that
Conspire
To retire but often end up the town crier – In the fire of a
Cold world yo, said it be flamin – still we aimin to be the one – Titus
& Haymon HOOK Get ready – my whole teams known to rock
Steady – No Getty – I gots more sauce than spaghetti – a machete –
I’ll
Turn your whole frame to confetti – to the nitty-gritty, we
Bout to flip the pity petty – when braves become slaves and plots
Become
Graves – and strays fly in the air like they was
Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops – while thuggs police blocks – I sit
Beside my window sippin sky on the rocks – to see the church
Got locks – no goodness in gracious – Loungin with robber barrons
In
Rooms thats palacious – to weigh dissin us with the need to
Lay down – no more misunderstanding – coming at you , aye-now
Who be
Talking – better than that yo, who be hawkin – I suggest
You turn around and just start walking, or I’m a catch you coolin
Talkin
What a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a
Butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY – WE ABOUT TO FLIP
THE SCRIPT AND GET
CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS
BABY – GOIN ALL OUT – GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY
– ON THE DAILY
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