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

I used to pray for times this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a matter of time I on some locked up shit
In the back of the wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares true
It was to marry the game 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, nigga before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of we started, lil' 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 like I'm an
No crawling, went straight to walkin' foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit with
Lil' nigga I'm on
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater 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' bout my niggas then what you bout?
Gangstas move in silence, 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 fuck nigga
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm Popeye on his spinach
M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped around my toes
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it home
'Cause my momma need that money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I 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 riding down on
They like, my back home that young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' Batman 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 that murder game then pussy nigga up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them braids 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 that hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these I turn my enemies to memories
With bricks 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 them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie it first touched my wrist
Had me like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm