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Ain't what they've 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 shine like
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
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 bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to 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 without an
I did shit Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
on these 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 my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' 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 down on
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga 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 ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm calling them shots
And these lames talking bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids that lock
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And niggas 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 bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm