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

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I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
a nigga 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 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 bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
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 they thought it was
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
up wait a minute, y'all 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, yeah my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
Im the type to a million cash then grind like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta it back home
my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
like, my nigga back 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 nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't that murder 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 that tour life good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm calling them shots
And these lames that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same from Berks Street 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
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With 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 think them pretty hoes gon' still 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