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

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way here
With the brain open
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't how many times they tried to clone me
dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating mignon
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good all year put the rollie on
They in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned into my
My money and fame changes niggas into
All my hard work and lonely nights no
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that it out in penitentiary
I watch the come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten waiting to jack ya
I got some DC waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't to look a nigga when they after ya

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