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

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I used to pray for like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was to marry 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 please before them squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and when I departed
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, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
Im the type to count a million cash then like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I did the KODs
Every time I'm in bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we like Batman and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't about that game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
When you touchdown in my hood, no tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And these beef I turn my enemies to memories
them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm