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Yeah, don't need a watch to tell you what the time is She the definition of what fine is I'm the definition of what the grind is I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it They see my jewelry and they got blinded I told some labels I gotta decline 'em She bent it over so I jumped behind it I took a lost and ain't no use of crying He play with me than everybody dying Whip up a contract I ain't gotta sign it I'm out in Cali, just seen Kobe Bryant Come be my secret baby, keep it quiet My niggas shooting like they from Iran We rocking scarves like we from Pakistan I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you Never ever let a broke nigga lead you My baby momma telling me the fame getting to your head Fuck that shit I been trapping all my life, I'm thankful I ain't in the Feds Bc my brothers we breaking bread He go against us off with his head She wanna back it up on a real one She wanna shake that ass for a real one That nigga take trash ion feel 'em I bag 'em up, and then I vacuum seal 'em Bitches be telling me I'm they favorite rapper Street niggas tell me I'm they favorite trapper Fucked up a grow 'cause I was on the road Now my trap house conflicted with the shows Cooled down on swiping niggas made it hot I done hit every ATM they got I turned my condo into a dispensary Clientele steady hitting me Lil bitches blowing up my line they tryna keep in touch they tryna come visit me I remember it so vividly on the Greyhound with a 100 peas Yeah, I'm just so lucky they ain't bring the dogs out Hid a 100 gs in the dog house My neighbors suspicious they know I'ma plug It's time to move 'cause they talking to much I'm tryna keep this shit very discrete Can't have my business all over the streets Play with me, I'll leave you dead in the streets Yeah, don't need a watch to tell you what the time is She the definition of what fine is I'm the definition of what the grind is I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it They see my jewelry and they got blinded I told some labels I gotta decline em She bent it over, so I jumped behind it I took a lost and ain't no use of crying He play with me than everybody dying Whip up a contract I ain't gotta sign it I'm out in Cali, just seen Kobe Bryant Come be my secret baby, keep it quiet My niggas shooting like they from Iran We rocking scarves like we from Pakistan I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you Never ever let a broke nigga lead you I'm the type to smoke a blunt on the people I done seen the money turn niggas evil I done seen the money change people Never ever let a broke nigga lead you I'm the type to smoke a blunt on the people I done seen the money turn niggas evil I done seen the money change people
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Clevon Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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