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Aw yeah! It's truey he a hot nigga Yeah Uh! Shit was all good a week ago Plenty hated ion see no more it's still Benjamin's I ain't seen before that'll fill the void I been! Still killing rap if these walls could talk, prolly tell it all, but How I hold it down Gunna wunna young thug it out Shit I been! rollin wit it Cop me some chains so the glow a hit it Fuck til she swole, I know she miss it Blow smoke out the coupe and you know it's tinted Don't parlay wit niggas who soul is rented Mine too vintage Ain been this lit in a minute Who told me I'm a hot nigga?! Every rapper I'm not nigga! Smhoney dance to the top wit it She feel the buzz her top different Top missing Spot hitting I'm fucking raw I forgot nigga! Been the cloth they'll spot quicker Cut em off won't be lost witcha Get involved witcha Gotta talk different, cause if ion hear em, them withdrawals near and I Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I want it) Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone) Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I, want it) Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone) Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I, want it) Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone) Gone, cop, that shit cause I want it (Cause I want it) Wrong, rapper here, Ion con don it (Ion condone) Yeah Uh! Yeah Moma raised a dreamer The whole world my kingdom Where I'm from they need love It's hard cause they ain't seen none Late nights when them fiends up I was cooking my beats up To all my addicts that need one I'm deeply rooted like tree stumps Or a goaty swag Richy Rich I don't bend I just benefits Some take them shots but I didn't miss I don't get offended but I get defensive when you in the way and call it setting picks No catching bodies I'm saving souls If ion rock with you the that's set in stone Only two words you get is bet and gone, gone I need three five for a prescription Cause y'all ass is shitting me I might pay for some attention But y'all outchea riding deep For some niggas that don't know you Ain't gone help you off the streets They don't care bout where you at Or if yo ass gone even eat I'm bout my bag son! Talking cash son! Uh! Get it line! Just run real fast And then you dive Slip and slide Get out yo mind Create yo vibe! Get rid of pride! What is this? The introduction To the grind! Know the difference Some just be flexin' Some get they weight up Fuck rejection, failure, protected My head gone stay up! Faith protected I'm too invested to take a pay cut! I'm pushing p so please make some plays And get that paper!!
Writer(s): L. Floyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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