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

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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like
So I had to grind like that to shine this
In a matter of time I spent on some up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
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 me like I said, "Achoo"
a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
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 straight to walkin' with foreigns in my
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, rest in peace
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 what you talkin'
Gangstas move in silence, 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 what I deserve nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
Im the type to count a million cash then grind like Im
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' my city with my hand strapped on my toast
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
Cause these niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga 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 then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get 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 little engine I could
Boy I slide 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 bullshit the same that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn enemies
And with these 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 like
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that boy when he first touched that brick
I'm