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Ain't this what they've been waiting
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I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it I'm an artist
No crawling, went to walkin' with foreign cars 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 with
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought 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, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a cash then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my with my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need milk
These niggas take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck 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 that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that 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 young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga up
If you ain't about murder game then 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 good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these hating on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that hood shit, my Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much have 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 think them hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that
I'm