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Ain't this what they've been waiting
You

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme this
So I had to grind like that to like this
In a matter of time I spent on locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
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 a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before 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 and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like 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, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with 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 bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the spot
You ain't talkin' my niggas then what you talkin' 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 deserve nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
I'm the to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my
'Cause niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back 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 Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm down on Collins
like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
We niggas and we mobbin' like Batman 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 then pussy shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass up
When you in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like little engine I could
Boy I slide on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas flopped
I'm the same 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 that hood shit, my Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much have ya friends turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
Broke 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 touched my wrist
Had me feeling like dope boy when he first touched that brick
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