This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold upīroke nigga turned rich, love the game like MitchĪnd if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? So much money have ya friends turn into enemiesĪnd with these beef I turn my enemies to memories Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spotĪnd these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I couldīoy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clockĪnd they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watchĪnd I'm the king of my city cause I'm still callin' them shotsĪnd these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flock When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't goodĬatch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up
This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin) They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' Now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b'sĮvery time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smokedĬause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no jokeĪll I know is murder, when it comes to me These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toastĬause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back homeĬause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk That Lambo, my new bitch, she don't ride like my ghost I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?įlexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinachĭouble M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'Īnything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit So I had to grind like that to shine like this I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this Ain't this what they've been waiting for?
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