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[Intro: C.]
I you figure it out

[Verse 1:
black man melanin gold
I you never get old
Keep your youthful
I know the world do it
the tip of the spear
And with our dyin' breaths, I bet the world gon' hear it,
I been saving money for my
Bassy keep on through these brackets
I got 20 coming back to the crib
I make sure my niggas got some racks, what you
gon' shoot through niggas like it's practice
I just the money run some laps
Every time I go see the cash grow
We don't act cordial, we assholes
Bitches in my lasso, is so?
That's to my last hoe, I'm that cold
Runnin' the town a black soul
My froze twenty-nine times over
I have seen more than my time
Lived 9 lives for twenty cats over, I told ya
Everything you've done I overdid, I'm over it
Nigga, Dreamville the whole coast how we it?
Them stale like toast when it's overdid
I they quit for real
But if don't I got a million joints
I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I'm here
A lot of em' sound like they in a talent
So I 'em something to remember like the Alamo
Tally-ho! A high Joker a Spades game
both eyes open wide rain man
Crew high on that fuck your drank man
We in the bucket like paint
Never gave a fuck, fuck what you think
Ran up in the club they sent the lights in
Had to tell the owner please let the dim
Five more minutes see me a nice
Thick with the you, me and my grin
Tell her the crew you me and my friends
See where the end with the right guy
Trust me and my kin, speak with the pen
Creep like the lightning in the sky
Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to in
Black SUV's, black tints you look at that?
I'm booby-trapped in your black skin
No groupie action, bougie accent
truly classic, girl we outta here

[Bridge:
Bas, Bassy
Queens nigga with the nigga
Got the waitin' in the pocket ooh

[Verse 2:
I P, what's poppin'?
He said we are nigga, trips to DR
Got the borough jumpin' like J.R. Smith
Know a couple let the A-R spit
Got no what you say y'all did
Only where y'all
Smokin' blunts that's the way I live
And where I
Niggas dyin' front of shorty, wives
And their brother's ride on the other
Every is like a 100 lives
Flatlined the black nine
I could feel the multiplying
Make you feel like ain't no hope in
But we trying
All this blood I bet it to sea and wash out
they don't want you to see but watch out
Nigga out

Correy C. + sample]
See I you to see
I've been through so things
Things ain't always they seem
Hope you get the
I hope you it out
Now I'm where I belong
Had to let it go
All the I was holding on
Now I get the
I had to it out
You got to feel the music, do you
It takes you and higher