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Talk about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless
like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet
lightest boy with the biggest heart
B***h play your part or parallel park
your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one,
I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody
who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac
in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back,
till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future
when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block
with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts b***h you
****ed up twice you ****ed considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish
back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we
just pray we keep on stylin'
On you b*****s TDE YMCMB business b***h
Okay b***h riding in a May-be
and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk shit unless you pay me,
intercept your b***h like Bailey
Okay big money on this side,
100 grand for the whip my ***** drive
Need a new safe money getting too high,
dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this shit be swagging,
and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em,
bad ***** and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her,
beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my ****in' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts,
I heard that they plotting my timber
Young *****, got a lot of flows
Any ***** don't believe me,
I make it look easy easy out of control
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug *****, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti *****, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing *****
It's like jail was third base and
my lil' ***** still came home, ya understand
I'm from the hood where b*****s
hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies
grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from
rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil'
brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and （Fail Boy ）
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my d**k, stop acting like a b***h fam
Lil' ***** finish ****rty, grow ya own **** damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up *****s, the **** you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole a nother tax bracket
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