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Better watch your place, boy
Fuck around and get erased boy
Here go another motherfucker that be talking shit about me
But can’t say it to my face, what a shame boi
Shit you ain’t everything you claim boi
I can see it through your eyes
Realize, I don’t gotta knuckle up with you to prove you bitch made
You ain’t gotta talk about your accolades, bitch I done that, woah
Short fuses for the douches
If you really live my life you will see how to win
Talking ball to these hoes, tryna be like the man
But bitch you snapchat shit, I just see it again
Hold up, nowadays boys wanna be the fucking boy
But it ain’t no one that can be like all the other boys
They talk a lot, like oh I keep that shit 100 boy
Shit like man I heard that from a 100 boys
Fucking bucket, we know you a liar
Your whole swag got old man you know it retired
So you switch it up
Like, ugh shit, I know we inspired
You play this shit through the aux like you know this is fire hold up
I tell her I ain’t really drive the U-haul
Uber rides is how i make them bitches cruise home
Have her wake up in the morning at the condo
I have her walk up out the lobby riding in a Yukon
Hard work get’s you large perks
Eating good I bought some large shirts
Cause this belly got me going R. Kelly
Put the key up in the ignition
Baby tell them that I’m flexing
Homie i’m just flexing
Moma still need attention
They like why you smoking cigs?
Shit bad, shit’ll kill you
But I’ll tell you what will kill you more than anything, stressin’
Homie I’m just stressin’
I tell her that I mean it
With fiending needs for this cream
And my team is leanin’ for cheese
So we schemin’ and losing sleep
Steady dreamin’ for everything that we needed when we was teens
That was money, power, respect, Stacy Keibler and Justin Bieber’s net worth
You bitches is dead first
We getting this bread first
Then give them the best curse
It’s a fact, that I’m gifted as a fucker and I’m getting to this money
This year all i’ve learnt was never listened to the fuck shit
Everyday and everyday and everyday, I’m hustlin’
And I don’t gotta butt kiss
I let this tough love shit
I’m about to say last thang, I’m about to say last thang
Fella, you was hot back when Nelly wore a band aid
God damn, that’s lame
And I’m not stupid bitch, coming from the motherfuckin’ 905
But everybody says we’re from the 6, I see the lies
And I’m not stupid bitch, I’m not stupid bitch, I’m not you
Cause ever since I came back on the scene, all these youngens wanna hate right now
Yeah I’m the most hated in my city, I’m proud, I’m proud
Still without a co-sign, I’ll be wasting no time
Plan A’s coming I’ma bout to steal your whole shine
Richvale clique
Plan A
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