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She hates to see me down she wanna see me up To put me in a good mood she might give some uck I got problems that I can't tell anyone I got problems that I can't tell everyone I treat my AKI like my mothers son Not the same blood type but we smoke A1 While I'm in dis kingdom I need a gyal like Jada My bro had couple spots but dey weren't caused by a razor Bagging up these Z's get tedious I talk to myself cah I need to hear a genius I ain't seen bro in some weeks he's mischievous I love to stay low but Redz seem mysterious And you know I might be with some ballers Nipsey loves hittin' dem three's from da corner I can't lie I wish I was a lil bit taller I'm reading my books but she's reading my aura I told bro I got a plan I'm a stick with it Five star shit man it's comin' like it's Michelin Shawty needs a boost I might give her some insulin She loves Trini man cah it gives her adrenaline A nigga can't call me is a hater She a good girl but naughty by nature She loves hip hop and grinding like a skater My tune needs mixing got henny no chaser Montego Bay that's my destination Remember when my pockets were low like the relegation Everything's genna I don't mess with no imitation A cat be itching for a fix dats deprivation It's getting chilly outside I need a hat that's wooly Rather be a slave to money than be a cat for pussy Sweet one looking so nice you know I'll like to cook it Baggin' up this weight I can't skip straight to the pudding Step clean look fresh yeah so immaculate Hoods flame insane yes so hazardous I need p's not stress Pulling up to events My success is what they want to prevent man it's evident Stepping in like the president Enter your resident just me and my niggas dem And your girl on her knees I'm the one she wants I'm the one that she needs I won't be long they can't handle what I'm on Tequila or rum I'ma beat her like drums She knows all my songs and once I'm done yeah I'm gone I ain't coming back unless shawty bad Around me man she's always gassed I can't slip up now I have to stay on track I have to stack all this money man I can't relax Just me and a Spanish jawn with the biggest back ay And you know what I'ma do Because I got money I ain't getting you a Chanel bag Remember back in the day I use to worry about the price tag Now I get what I want just put it on my damn tab She hates to see me down she wanna see me up I got problems that I can't tell anyone Step clean look fresh yeah so immaculate Hoods flame insane yes so hazardous
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