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Ain't this what been waiting for? You ready?

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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme 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 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 a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
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, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to with 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 without an
I did with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then 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 what I deserve fuck
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, 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 ridin' around my city my hand strapped on my toast
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I did the DOAs I done 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 down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
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 murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like little engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling shots
And these talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on that hood shit, my Royce on E
gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with beef 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 like Mitch
And if I you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm