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Bitch
I don't know shit at all
Only thing I know is this money in my palm
I don't wanna talk if it's not money involved
If it's a issue, we could find a problem and resolve
Racks with my jeans down when I'm walkin'
Bitch, I walk through, Ricky with the wax, ah
I be watchin' people, I be watchin' tracks, ah
I forget that I gotta make some tracks, ah
**** hating, yeah, they talking with a blind eye
Remember when I couldn't afford the food at Five Guys
Now I'm paying for my meal and my five guys
I had to take a step back, get a peace of mind
I had to regain all my energy, my chakra
And my cousin told me, "How is this bachata"?
Head cracked, split his head like a piñata
Everyday, I stay up until mañana
I don't like the doctors, I eat manzanas
I don't wanna go out fast, I want a challenge
I'm gon' slide through with grips, we gon' blast him
And I don't talk about the past 'cause that shit happened
And my whole fucking life, I been alone, bro
That's why I'd rather do this by my dolo
Sippin' liq' from the cup, from the SOLO
This shit was passion
****, if you don't put work in, it won't happen
I saw them **** last year turned into ash bins
I was tripping last year, I thought I lost it
So I stopped telling people my thought process
I was focused on myself, they said I'm heartless
I'm tryna get some bigger, what? Bigger apartment
Comin' through, big truck, double parkin'
In the function, all my **** walk in
In the spot, we spot em', got em'
New York really the city of Gotham
And the cops is on our tail, but we lost em'
Yeah, I went and fucked around fuckin' bossed up
Written by: ksuuvi buckets
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