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Verse 1:
Yo, I remember when I was younger
And I had dreams of going to Syracuse
Until I realized that the street life was like a noose
Around my neck
Trying to put me in check
While I was all into trying to get checks
I’m trying to get this money like Meek Mill
Get my Feel
100 dollar bills
Ain’t doing shit man
I got new wheels
Hundred Million Dollar Car
That shit bring me so far
But how far would any of that shit get you in life
If you don’t learn any of the morals
Here’s a tutorial
Grow a Dick
Be a Man
I never understood how a nigga could hit their own bitch
Man I’m just trying to get rich
But I’ve already told you all that
Just trying to get my Mom in a better estate
I swear that I’m done with all this shit
It’s all fake
I’m just doing me
Being the illest MC
It’s been this way since 2003
I don’t care here’s a fake ID saying „Im 18” now give that Liquor HAHA!
That’s what a lot of niggas be saying
But I ain’t about that
Trying to make a bitch snicker
Man these bitches likes snickers
All they try to do is me
Now you better get the fuck off me
Before I shoot a Bitch
Verse 2:
I’m still the same kid from the sixth grade
That used to have everything made
Just kidding I never had anything made
I had to get payed
Trying to put in work
I was use to having to work the corners
Selling all them drugs
Hanging with them older guys
I was in between thighs
By the age of 9
Fine bitches always surrounded me
[?]
Snitches get clapped up
If they want to say something get slapped up
This ain’t no Lil’ Durk so don’t be asking who I am
Because you niggas already knew
Stop acting stupid
I awlways knew you were a little retarded
But I never knew you were that dumb
Now here is something funny
I got a green thumb so I’m growing Marijuana Plants
[?]
I had a bitch coming
Coming for my checkbook to see how much money I’m making
I don’t even fucking care
Say a number if you got it man
Now, Nate the Warlock the realest
The illest nigga
I don’t even care
I be preaching
But I don’t even believe in God
Because that nigga’s a fraud
Don’t even tell me that shit
I don’t believe in nothing
I only believe in myself
Because where are you going to make it in this cold world
Verse 3:
I’ve been an OG
It’s been this way sense of ever know myself
Look at all this Wealth
Million Dollar Stacks
Don’t even care about the flow all your shit wack
I be making money that the n—-
Selling crack make
[?] like it’s fucking Halloween
Used to eat Lean Cuisine because that’s all we could Afford
Now I’m driving around in a Million dollar Ford
I calla
Impala
But I don’t even give a fuck man
Because all of yall’ niggas are
Some fuckboys
Yall’ niggas are toys
I din’t think that I could mess it up
But when it comes to yall’ niggas this
Is just funny
Diss:
Yo, C-Rands
Shut your bitch ass up over there
Bitch
I’m still here
I’m still fly
I’m still who everyone talks about
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