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(Ay) (Masher break your heart) I put my eyes on the price I'll run laps for my mother I done been planning since a jet Hitting these lines clean the clutter Call me an introspective fool Hide my feelings down and under I'm still as smooth as butter Still make your girl fall in order The first time I met my dad was when I turned eight But fuck it I ain't need him nigga told me was faith That man hit me a belt that shit hurt for 6 days He told me keep your head up all I wants is 6 As I done flooded out my neck It's a shame I don't drown Cause when it's said and done I pray these chains don't hold me down Finished public school like I ever cared to read books Nothing better to do A nerd with one hell a tool Ice make me sicker than you The girls they line up in two Sometimes they act like a fool just to turn out better than you My wrist gon' ice out the room I put a stone on your tomb I put a hundred grand down crib in LA real soon Put in work run my cash up Roll up count my bands up I put in work run my cash up (Ay) Roll up count my bands up (Yeah) I put in work run my cash up Roll up count my bands up I put in work run my cash up (Uh) Roll up count my bands up I'm going mainstream with the hooks I'm real cliche with the verses I can't be moving by the books Can't be out here catching losses Some of these favors be worthless I'm in a crib down in Texas I put thirteen down at work And eleven just for courses Mum back me up she a genius She pray for me like a preacher This bass gon' crank up your speaker Celibate then I'ma keep her I stubbled so I'll go deeper We taking breaks need a breather Knock a Kim like I'm a Peter Like this mix ain't come from Caesar I'm making money for my kids and their kids to come I pray my sound hit hard and is close to none I pray I make hard hits buy a crib for mum I pray the boys and my ass make it out the slum I'm 'bout my paper I'm tryna get my finances in order I'll make like two mil then find room just for another Get four cribs separate two just for my brother I'll sleep rent free titty milk just like a Toddler Mama worried how my boy don' turned to rapper I'll flip a bad bitch I'm a boss right out the gutter I do this this shit for fun if she trip wouldn't even call her My grip tight, cause my nuts hang I ain't no sucker cause I Put in work run my cash up Roll up count my bands up I put in work run my cash up (Ay) Roll up count my bands up (Yeah) I put in work run my cash up Roll up count my bands up I put in work run my cash up (Uh) Roll up count my bands up