Bitch made nigga, I don’t play fair,
Bitch made nigga, I don’t play fair, If you made go bed—guess what, u gotta lay there All I ever wanted was a check, that’s major, Ice round my neck, real cold, no glacier. I stay in the field like a football player, Pack so big, yo lil’ scale can’t weigh her. stood 10 toes, never ran to no savior, street education, aint need no damn paper niggas throw salt—give af about a hater I just stack my bread up, layers on layers, Afterwhile crocodile, later alligator. Pack touch down, who set of new flavors, Whip thru the city, loud packs out da blazer. When the beef on hood deep like the state fair, Never duck shit—if it’s smoke, I’m on there. Don't let em leave tell them pussy niggas stay there I was down bad, turned dat to my motivation Now my pockets flooded heavy like it’s fuckin irrigation Money conversations, fuck them other allegations Turn a 5 to dime, watch my simple demonstration Double cup, in my hand, like a Sosa celebration Every step that I took had work and dedication Turn da bando to da trap wit’ a lil’ renovation Whole hood selling crack like our fucking occupation I was eatin in the drought, nigga fuck a starvation, Whole team eatin’ now, that’s manifestation, Trap jumpin’ like it’s wired to a fuckin generator, Paper stack tall, like a fuckin elevator, Never had a handout, just hustle preparation, Turn a risk to reward, that’s real education, Now I’m thumbin’ through the blessings, countin’ all my reparations, Aint I stay on go — no room for hesitation.
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Bitch made nigga, I don’t play fair, If you made go bed—guess what, u gotta lay there All I ever wanted was a check, that’s major, Ice round my neck, real cold, no glacier. I stay in the field like a football player, Pack so big, yo lil’ scale can’t weigh her. stood 10 toes, never ran to no savior, street education, aint need no damn paper niggas throw salt—give af about a hater I just stack my bread up, layers on layers, Afterwhile crocodile, later alligator. Pack touch down, who set of new flavors, Whip thru the city, loud packs out da blazer. When the beef on hood deep like the state fair, Never duck shit—if it’s smoke, I’m on there. Don't let em leave tell them pussy niggas stay there I was down bad, turned dat to my motivation Now my pockets flooded heavy like it’s fuckin irrigation Money conversations, fuck them other allegations Turn a 5 to dime, watch my simple demonstration Double cup, in my hand, like a Sosa celebration Every step that I took had work and dedication Turn da bando to da trap wit’ a lil’ renovation Whole hood selling crack like our fucking occupation I was eatin in the drought, nigga fuck a starvation, Whole team eatin’ now, that’s manifestation, Trap jumpin’ like it’s wired to a fuckin generator, Paper stack tall, like a fuckin elevator, Never had a handout, just hustle preparation, Turn a risk to reward, that’s real education, Now I’m thumbin’ through the blessings, countin’ all my reparations, Aint I stay on go — no room for hesitation.