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Freedom Magnum Rest in Peace, crow You know That's boy shit Screamin' fresh shot, fresh shot (yeah, yo, yo) Man, I told 'em niggas keep up, but they couldn't 'Cause niggas love to gossip, talkin' 'bout some shit they shouldn't This madam doin' shade, I record, I couldn't Sixty floors in Dubai was like hundred flats in Durhams Talk about the rollie, I can talk about the drip But take that all away, I'm still a dad to my kid Still a dad to these pricks, with all that, keep a stick On the M with a brick, man I hope I don't get nicked, yo I got beef with some niggas over here Some niggas over there, black up and be assured Couple send-me's on the block you ain't heard Hear a whip through a skrrt, all you gonna hear is brr Now I know why he's wearing a vest I ain't put money on your chest, I put money on your head Pull up, brick fall, and I'm a nigga make them Zeds move And I don't gamble with my life, I'm playin' chess moves Told my nigga don't bring me 'round them next dues And I don't know if them niggas fuck with them youths Two phones getting busy with a SIM In the kitchen two bulls gettin' busy with the whip Two hoes gettin' busy with a brick My name's really in the script, I can't get it how I live Trappers show me love, robbers give me hugs Plugs give me grub, opps wanna give me some love, yo I done a lot of shit, I guess I can't make it right Up in Andy's, on the mains, four wings and fries I'm sick and tired of niggas always aight, tellin' lies So I just watch you, I'm around and who's by my side Unless you on the brick I ain't bothered then Don't ask me for a dilf, you ain't come up in ten Night track again, trappin' in my Jordans I never miss a cell, I was on every morning OD'd for weeks, I had the whole buck scoring Trap hard, push food, young nigga ballin' Hundred ain't enough, niggas spendin' all the time Hundred ain't enough, niggas spendin', I'm buyin' Big four though he was buyin' You drop to the floor, you know where everything lyin' Brick after brick, strip after strip Clip after clip, I just want my niggas rich, yo Can't even run me down like my name's tight But I just play it cool, she know I'm the main guy I'll never hit that bitch, she fucked some lame guys Two insta bitch hit me up at the same time I know these niggas hate, but they just think twice And they can't front, they steppin' on some thin ice Still give change to me, is that their life Let's go down beyond the come up so you know it's only right, yo Full pipes on the whip, high performance Full bricks on the whip, no insurance When it comes to money everybody's talk 'cause 'Til it's time to pay and niggas start lookin' awkward
Writer(s): Shaun Tulloch, Mu'adh Badley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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