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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 bitches got
Just another hundred, you niggas look stressed
I'ma a pound and break down the rest
Niggas iffy, got my glizzy, I just a vest
I pray to God that I die tonight
We gon' make cry tonight
Them niggas with you, they ain't ridin'
Ain't got no time to on nobody, I got a life
Bitch, I'm on the Forbes for real
or the Porche just to chill
Honestly, I could have bought deals
Traumatized, I know how a corpse really
I stand over your casket, make that you gone
We flocked and run in when nobody home
If you put out a hit, gon' copy your song
If you me on a record, we follow you home
Uh, it do? What's goodie?
I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit through my hoodie
I be on the stage with the fully, I got grams all in my pocket, gettin' jail calls from
30 trappin', I'll never forget bush
Cocaine on my side, forever gon' get
Promoter the Yolla, forever gon' get booked
Kidnapped 'em for paper, whoever gon' get took
On God, my hood up on the freshman cover
Real niggas by me, I stand next to suckers
I just out Gucci got a leather bubble
Go to sleep with my chain on, I need an extra
I'm the one in the Lex coupe, out in a sweat suit
Hoodie tied tight, run up, I'ma stretch you
The plug to call me, hung up like,