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Ain't this what they've waiting for?
You

I used to pray for 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, nightmares 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 tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did shit with
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls Royce they it was leased
Then I bought 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?
move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, when it to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas B's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your ass stuck up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
Boy I slide on your 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 that bullshit the niggas that flopped
I'm the nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on that hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And these beef I turn my enemies to memories
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 hoes gon' still my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm