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(I'm on LA time. 6am flight.) I figured i put out somethin' 'fore this dropped (P2). [?]

My niggas got grams, my got checks
Just counted hundred, you niggas look stressed
I'ma smoke a pound and break the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just found a
I to God that I don't die tonight
We gon' somebody cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ridin' right
got no time to hate on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes list for
Mazzetti or the Porche just to
Honestly, I could have niggas deals
Traumatized, I know how a corpse really
I stand over casket, make sure that you gone
We and run in houses when nobody home
If you put out a hit, they gon' your song
If you diss me on a record, we follow you
Uh, what it do? goodie?
I got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, jail calls from bully
30 trappin', I'll never forget bush
Cocaine on my side, forever get cooked
with the Yolla, forever gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for that paper, whoever get took
On God, my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas by me, I stand next to suckers
I just found out Gucci got a leather
Go to sleep with my chain on, I need an cover
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, jump out in a suit
Hoodie strings tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The tried to call me, hung up like,