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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 to shine like this
In a of time I spent 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 the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
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, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' 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
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then 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 and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all 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 count a million cash grind like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
Cause my need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no
All I is murder, when 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 time I'm in bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about murder game then 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 life good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on o'clock
And be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy that lock
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm