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Fuck it, I mean we gotta what we eat, right?
It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Southside

Okay, the addin' up, the coke addin' up
The smoke addin' up, my are fattened up
I got in my bedroom, nerds on computers
'round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, ma', I made it
I grind so to get here I can't be faded
I got lawyers on the line, different kinds
Five different crimes, .45
Got a plan to to premise, see, a nigga ain't lyin'
'Cause ain't gon' say I did it and I ain't gon' say I did it
And I go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga ain't
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt a vault
Now I got money, that "fuck how you feel" money
That "nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed"

You gon' be part of my bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag
.45 off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back

I my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I don't no wack bitches touchin' me
Tailor-made threads, satin on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it fair
Every day a different piece
Rose Gold, a different piece
Hublot, AP or
Your and your jeweler know me, homie
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a nigga like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three, so I ain't got a on
My heart like ice, my chest teflon
I'm a nightmare here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you ain't 'bout life, nigga
doomsday, I mean goon day
I the orders, like, "air out the room, Dre"

You gon' be of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back

The mileage had a ass trippin', strippin' in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin' her
I be in my own zone, clutchin' the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My passport need pages, I'm fuckin' out in London
Jetlag jets [?] baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm or wrong
My paper long, bomb Kush in the
It like I'm dreamin' 'cause a nigga on
I'm so far a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the
She give me neck, what you I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit ass with a head-shot

You be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 off some shit at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back