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They know when it come to that pressure
OneWay ain't gone let up
A must that I max out
He said that he spit coke in the booth
Til I come in use it and now it's a crack house
You ain't stepping on shit
And you sipping on tussin
Aye brother tell me what the act bout
A bitch call on me
Beat her back out
You took that lil hoe to yo stash house
Catch one of these niggas i'm all in his mentions
It's hard to avoid when you playa made
I up with this forty
He switching his story
By then all my shells on that taper fade
They all on my trail but they slower than snails
I leave a fine line like a razor blade
When it come to beef I sublimate
You better make sure that them killers pay
If I came with a stick
How you want a fade
Type of paper I make a buy you a grave
I been rocking a mask pre corona mane
I was dropping them scratches in broad day
All my niggas some goats cause we all paid
How you niggas so rich and y'all swap chains
Bitches tell me i'm cooler than ashtrays
Put that bag in my hand like i'm all state
I ain't fucked up bout being your friend
I'm only here for the front end
The back i'll can leave for you mans
If he wreck he get stretched
That's an X out the plan
Run off with the bag
That's a must get his ass
Put the nigga in the trunk
Put his hand in the bag
If he don't come back with the curve
He won't get this bitch back
Thousand ways to get paid if this shit get bad
Plus the pack still moving like the line at six flags
Crew gassed up so we all on the road with it
Can't shot yo shot cause yo ass got poor pivot
Shit that you spit old nigga yea we don't feel it
Hard, I go in like a dentist on old feelings
Roll up a woody take that to the brain
Vac on the seal
So you don't smell a thing
Old school dropping these jews on my brain
With a colt 45 in his hand
John Wayne
Now I just shoot for the stars
Bitch hit me up like you want a massage
Niggas mad cause I got cash on a card
Got too much shit now I need a garage
Items I got you can't sell in the yard
Bitch wanna fuck but I wanna menage
Marli'World working but don't got a job
But name a young nigga that's working this hard
Niggas they sleep on me
I'm bout to wake em up
Slicing and dicing niggas like a paper cut
I need my hunneds stacked up like some paper cups
We had to kick him out cause he ain't make enough
Don't reach for my hand
Nah I ain't shaking up
I am the point
Dribble then I shake em up
Hit the bank
Hit the crib
Hella racks gotta rake it up
Double back to the telly
Damn I ain't take enough
I'm loaded up
Fuck i'm reloaded
I still gotta save it up
Holding up stacks in the air like a trophy
I'm balling out like i'm balling with Kobe
Wrist is on fleek
Rollie on frozen
I am the one that's why i'm chosen
(I am the one that's why i'm chosen)
I am the one that's why i'm chosen
Writer(s): Alexis Raglin
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