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Yuh Aye I learned that I gotta lay low My business ain't yo business That's prolly sum I'd pay for Mental health worth more than fitness Better ask permission ain't no forgiveness We gon run the city til the charges hit us But they ain't catching us still running up the score Mavs when they play the Clippers This ain't no bank scam but the teller my witness I hope he don't snitch Carolina I be Young in a blitz 49er I be jumping the trenches like I'm posed-a Calling me Nick Storming out I be throwing a fit On the fence too afraid to commit I'mma give em hell made em tempted to quit They told me "Formerly I thought you getting extorted" I told em ain't paying for shit Step to me cordially after you witness the truth You'll see I'm as real as it gets Talk about royalty should be the king of my village But villains deported me, talk about loyalty Stayed down when you wasn't banking for shit Now I keep my royalties bitches they spoil me 1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force I be reckless In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip Didn't even need a bandage Little quick flex I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit Bitch I got 20k in my pocket And more that I can't even manage Want first class seats for my crew n'em Fresh fruit picked from Jerusalem I got coup d'etats for a database If you say the name I be bruisin em Lil bitch sturdy as aluminum Give her a tough time bend don't break Stay wise I be living frugal Til it's time to splash money on a dinner plate I ain't pointing fingers But the last thing I'mma flex for you is some jewelry Compare me to singers But I only care how my plate look, charcuterie LEN illest lil quick witted motherfucker coming out of Texas Got my own city I be claiming all my sons for writeoffs and the census Got a payroll, that's a checklist Can't pick songs for my setlist No gimmick gotta try to cater for the VIPs up on the guest list Putting up a clinic It's funny man I ain't think that I was going that hard Facing tough decisions Not sure if I'mma cop the C8 or the Jaguar But you know that I'm a 1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force I be reckless In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip Didn't even need a bandage Little quick flex I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit Bitch I got 20k in my pocket And more that I can't even manage
Writer(s): Mike Elyian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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