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1] I'm in the end it's a field go I the real zoe's You know the I'm on fly shit I a fly bitch Used to see When I hit the switch Young nigga up How could blame us Know when the money arrived we decided to change up Unless the whip game Or the wrist game I'm with the big We all on game cookies in the papers Ballin' I'm in the majors one I got the favor Did it all without a Money calling got the calling like an alcoholic, I'm an addict My with me automatic I was going static Blame the and the status a nigga to a savage Turned a nigga to a get deceased Blessings on me nigga, nigga better preach Balmains on the Grindin' days a week
Bless, bless, Hallelujah, thank God,
Rollie with the new Pocket full of faces Over-feelin' my my faith I just got to give I got to give thanks We just our way I just gotta give Everything my change Way too blessed to Way too blessed to Give thanks, give
2] I'm in the (skrr, skrr) I like a check tho This they mad for? how the neck glow I'm with the lit You with them lames Four, three, two, one, it a ball game Counting blessings, since an adolescent, I've been really for the greatest I just give 'em I be revelation Nigga started in the I bars like a waitress People me I'm the chosen, gotta keep it focused, runnin' outta patience HN on the ones, no pretendo No games, no you open up the window God damn, I'm God damn, she You for certain she yours? I bet tomorrow she me
Rollie with the new Pocket full of faces Over-feelin' my Over-workin' my I just got to give I just got to thanks We just our way I just gotta thanks champagne VVS's my Way too to complain Way too to complain Give thanks, thanks
get off me get off me