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Ain't this what 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 that to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was and hated 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'
for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
Im the type to count a million cash grind like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped on my toast
Cause niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause Philly niggas I brought with 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 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 back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder 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 that life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga came 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' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched brick
I'm