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

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I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come
It was time to the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
love me when I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah that's 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, she'll like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You fuck around, you around, you fuck 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 niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every time I'm in that I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all
I'm real nigga 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, I'll get pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And they be dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm calling them shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids that lock
The same that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money ya friends turn into enemies
And these beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them 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 them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he touched that brick
I'm