Used to ain't have it, but I got what I need

Take it back, 2014, we goin' half on a weed

O my dawg forever, love him like my momma's son

Kiss my lady before I leave, she tell me, don't forget your gun

That's my evil twin, the world is full of sin, chose to pick up the pen, we fightin' till the end

Feel like that's how we gon' make it, no need

To scheme or rob for it, I punch the clock for my paper

Heavy ass to head that with a crown, tryna break the scale

Ironic I want my stage name to be like my last ring, all type of bells

On the road to riches, you can take the highway to hell

Music the closest thing to dope that I ever tried to sell

Took some time to get it right, guess I was hard on myself

I tell her, pack a bag, let's catch a flight in the morning

Someone with a balcony and we can fuck when we horny

That's a little aggressive, but baby, that's just that real rap

The streets be needing it, promise that I'ma bring it back

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