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Ain't this what they've waiting for?
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I used to for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that to shine like this
In a matter of I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was to marry the game 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, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm
They love me I was stuck and hated 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 bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
for a dollar, they 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 I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all 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
I'm the type to a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped my toes
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
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 DOAs I done did the
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game 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 game on wood
With that Puma on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, 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 calling shots
And lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke nigga 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 it first touched my wrist
Had me like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm