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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 like that to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs on wrists
See my unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to the game 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 before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
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' with foreign cars in my
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did with Mariah
nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, nigga I'm fly-er
When I bought the Rolls they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it even fit in the parking spot
You talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, 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 nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Aston Martin thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the
I'm the type to count a million cash grind like 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
these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma that bill money and my son need some milk
niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOAs I done did the
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 niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin
2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm real nigga what 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 pussy ass up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve
And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga watch
And I'm the king of my 'cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, hoes on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with these beef I turn my to memories
With them bricks 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 when it first touched my wrist
Had me like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm