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Ain't this what been waiting for?
You

I used to pray for times 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, locked on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with cars in my garage
Got foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit with
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, yeah my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
'Cause my momma need that money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
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 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 done did the
time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm real nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that 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 tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga 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 touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy he first touched that brick
I'm