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Ain't this what they've 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 paddy wagon, 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 bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, they 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, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce thought it was leased
Then I bought new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't 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 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 like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got throwin' b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
time 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 home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real what up
If you ain't about that murder game pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same they 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 Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these hating on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the 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 that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm