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Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You never been on the road to
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take that pot and beat it
You never been on the to riches
Take your pen and your pad you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
we dropped Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in with plenty
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school

Remember the days with the pocket
the bando to a fucking hot pocket
It's a million dollars in the pocket
I just the rock like I'm John Stockton
African diamonds, Olajuwon, Rockets
My niggas they got the nose on they guns, go about it
Ain't no to talk about it
Megaton trucks, it don't enough
Had to out the plug, he was switching up
You mad cause your label do finger
QC the got mega bucks
Gas off in the back of the bus
Say that you trapping, really you got touchin'
is the life of the Hefty bags
You know that them ounces don't enough

on the scale, man you never seen it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You been on the road to riches
This the I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the road to
your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob
They hate that we came in with plenty
Young just dabbin' first day of school

I came a long way from a visit
the plug for his riches
Wake up in the morning, I go the spatula
Walk in the and whip me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a
Blue Benjamins that can pay your
said that Activis been discontinued
Double cup, a nigga be sipping
Got a out in Mississippi
Wrap it up, it to Finley
I trap out the bando, don't out the trap house
And whatever you with, we it
Came a long way from midget
Money taller a midget
I keep the Mac a midget
we made us a milli, we did it
Fuck the negativity, fuck the

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You been on the road to riches
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take that pot and fucking it
You been on the road to riches
Take your pen and pad cause you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
When we Versace, then y'all did it
They hate that we came the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
hate that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school

They hate that that money coming in
And I be too fresh, I it double mints
I was on the block, you was on
Giuseppe stepping, and my they compliments
QC my label, and that's my
Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark
Me and my niggas spread the butter,
Puffin' the martian, got Raris, I cut off the
Now it
You can catch a bullet in your
100 juug, and you wasn't a part
I took the off and we had a departure
You telling a story me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they digging my
Whipping babies, I'm not bout toddlers
Similac on these baby
babies get stuck they call me stepfather

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the to riches
the story I tell so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You never on the road to riches
your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my spend it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, y'all did it
hate that we came from the Northside
Then lived in the city, got mob
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga dabbin' first day of school