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Ain't this what they've waiting for? You ready?

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I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and hated when I
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' foreigns in my garage
Got foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
Im the type to count a million cash then like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't about that murder game pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm