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Look, I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson And I make plays, just numero uno I was out tryna step, where you go? My young boy that shoot like Kukoč Can't rate none of them, they actors Need BAFTAs for the roles they play Bare chat, but I'm still ok If I buck that yute, that don't make my day Got work, all white like a poodle Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those Got a bag on me, playin' it cool though 100k looks smaller in blue notes Told the opps, "Send shots 'til we get it" Got bags on your block, I paid it If you wanna stay alive, better dead it Better chill 'for we make you regret it Look, I spit over beats, I ain't on the 'net My set in the streets, just look at my neck My shit is elite I don't wanna tweet I do this for Smokey, I do it for Pop I do it for Yas, and this shit never stop I came through the mud and went straight to the top I'm cleaner than ever, we stil got the mop My block got the choppas like it's Vietnam Ring the alarm, I check with my killys, make sure that they calm They lock off the beef like we runnin' a farm The shit that you snap as a flex a regular day I swear I can make none of this up You made a hundred, you feel like the man But I made the Forbes and the bills and parts I hate when the yatties say, "What's all the cut?" I never asked where you puttin' your arse You can't stare me when your diamonds are glass You didn't make the grade, you not in my class They miss Cartier on my frames Can't hang with her if she hang with the lames My socks double G and my boxers are mains Them niggas are scary, them niggas are stains I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson And I make plays, numero uno I was out tryna step, where you go? My young boy that shoot like Kukoč Can't rate none of them, they actors Need BAFTAs for the roles they play Bare chat, I'm still ok If I buck that yute, that don't make my day Got work, all white like a poodle Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those Got a bag on me, playing it cool though 100k looks smaller in blue notes Told the opps, "Send shot 'til we get it" Got bags on your block, I paid it If you wanna stay alive, better dead it Better chill 'fore we make you regret it I was sellin' grams before the 'Gram Keep a 30, I'm 30, I'm grown man I don't get cold feet or cold hands I ain't never dropped dope in an old pan Know Virgil got Off-White tan bricks I was sendin' bitces Uber, can't stand Lyft Everything I do is gigantic I'm a waterboy, drown a Titanic Big 45, kick like judo Got a Spanish girl with a big culo Came a long way from Mr. Noodles Got four kilos, hoppin' out of the two-door If it's up, it's stuck, it's litty How you not feelin' safe in your city? I knew from the jump, he ain't with it I just make one call, he get busy I coach yutes from my city, I'm Jackson And I make plays, just numero uno I was out tryna step, where you go? My young boy that shoot like Kukoč Can't rate none of them, they actors Need BAFTAs for the roles they play Bare chat, but I'm still ok If I buck that yute, that don't make my day Got work, all white like a poodle Stop beefs with rats, I don't do those Got a bag on me, playin' it cool though 100k looks smaller in blue notes Told the opps, "Send shot 'til we get it" Got bags on your blocks, I paid it If you wanna stay alive, better dead it Better chill 'fore we make you regret it Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch Ay, ya'll swishin', roll up
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Charalampos Antoniou, Philipp Riebenstahl, Che Walton Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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