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[Intro:
Fuck!
Fuckin nigga
(We the music!)
rate murder rap

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some on my way here nigga
With the brain bust
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play them racks Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push
I can't name how many they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That rover came with steps, nigga
tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that it out in penitentiary
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be
that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to ya
I got DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told Future I can see the
Told my bitch I love you I knew you
I I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling
you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was keys outta Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma you
boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back
You fuckin' the up if I'm being honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my hate me
I heard my hood salty I to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my blessings me
But since they hatin' on an I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she just her callin'
a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free
I'm the king of the my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man