Get Rich, They Tellin

Get rich they Telling me, hands on the blicky the ogs taught me hold the shit steadily they gave me the game they ready me im in the trap where feddy be stay on my toes like a centipede i know the haters gone envy me nigga you just better run when I come with them ninas attached gun on my lap aim for the spine im bout to blow out a back bddat no cap, say less when you, say dat my niggas bang we dont play that heads crack xray dat concussion for cowards that thinking they really bout to come and run up get gun down shut up, snatch all his green turn up don't forget to get rid of the burner no time for slow learners. burken bag you know you can get it but baby you just gotta earn it