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Ain't what they've been waiting for?
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I used to pray for like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she bless me like I said, "Achoo"
a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' foreign cars in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
for a dollar, they 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, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
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' my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck
up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
When I bought Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?
on these 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 count a million cash then grind 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 dead and I gotta it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got throwin' B's
I done did the I done 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 on Collins
They like, my nigga back home young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're
This 2-door Maybach, with my all reclinin'
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on
that Puma 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 calling shots
And lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street them nappy braids that lock
The nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So money have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the like Mitch
And if I leave you them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm