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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 of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my unfold, nightmares come 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, nigga please before them triggers
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
love 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, went to walkin' with 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 an album
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, rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't a lot
I don't say a word, I say a word
Was on my grind and now I got I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I that 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 million then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my
I'm ridin' around my city my hands strapped around my toes
'Cause these 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 fuck get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas B's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
time 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 young nigga be
We young niggas and we like Batman and we're Robin
This 2-door Maybach, my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With Puma life 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 same they watch
And I'm the king of my 'cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that the same 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 wait for my
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends turn into
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks 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 pretty hoes gon' suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first my wrist
Had me like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm