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

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

You be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, out to get at you
You be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You be put in a body bag, bag
You get a chance to fire back

I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a on me
I want no wack bitches touchin' me
threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat
Gabbana underwear, I'm so fly it fair
Every day a different piece
Rose Gold, a time piece
Hublot, AP or
Your bitch and your jeweler know me,
I'm bulletproof, go 'head, take a at me
You be a dead nigga like the one that got at me
My shirt three, so I ain't got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest teflon
I'm a right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Don't let me find out you 'bout that life, nigga
It's doomsday, I mean 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 bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some at you
You gon' be put in a bag, bag
You won't get a to fire back

The mileage had a shorty ass trippin', in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was her kitten
I be in my own zone, still the chrome
Talk of the art, [?]
My need pages, I'm fuckin' round' out in London
from jets [?] baguettes
Trippin' in my charm, bitch, I'm a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if I'm right or
My long, bomb Kush in the bong
It feels like I'm dreamin' a nigga on
I'm so far a hammy down, I'm out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she off the boat
She me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
I'm no joke, blow 30k on the coke, ten in the coat
Nigga, front, I'll have a full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass a head-shot

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