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Travis Sevon Whitehead
Travis Sevon Whitehead
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London shotta I come from the bottom Might as well ride it ain't no sense of stopping Mink fur the coat like I'm diddy bopping I'm from Cherry Dr. where they jug and robbing Tag the stop sign with a sharper marker This is our turf you gotta pay the profit Who knew that I would get up off of roxy's Fuck the police come and shop I got options We stacking money not worried bout stocking Come play with me I turn you to a foster child My nigga you talking wild I'm known for putting lil puppy dogs down Get the drop on em we cleaning em out Leave it to your family to figure it out Only in the rap for the bigger amount I'm staying down while you chasing clout I come from the bottom bottom Ain't no sense of stopping stopping Middle fingers to the coppas coppas I was stuck in the trap now I'm tryna go trendy I had to get out it was too many envy Ion really know who with me They say that I changed They tryna throw dirt on my name Jungle baby Cherry Dr Zmo that's my blue slime yeah All of us one of kind I put it in motion I'm tryna make it happen He double up when he send me the package I spend the backends on some rap and fashion I take a pic use my lyric for caption I'm hard as hell you can call me some dope I get up get active let's get it fasho I'm on the road and I'm going I'm going yeah Oh he slime wipe his nose Drip design on my clothes I put my bro's before these hoes Niggas say they gone ride But they really gone fold Adding up all these digits All the way from zero Grab that pack and hit the road Cause hustlers don't stop I keep this shit going all the way Til the next morning Nino Brown with the work I be putting niggas on Say you gotta start somewhere Go big or go home Counting up this money While I'm in the booth Billionaire mindset Going all the way to the top No false starts Oh he slime wipe his nose Drip design on my clothes I put my bro's before these hoes I come from the bottom bottom Ain't no sense of stopping stopping Middle fingers to the coppas coppas I come from the bottom bottom Ain't no sense of stopping stopping Middle fingers to the coppas coppas
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