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Ain't this what been waiting for? You ready?

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I to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she try'na me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They love me when I was stuck and hated I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit with
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 in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all 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 to count a million cash then grind like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand on my toast
Cause niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my need that bill money and my son need some 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 with me don't around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm down on Collins
They like, my nigga back that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder then pussy nigga shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
And lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm