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Yeah, I'm in the wild wild west with it 2 bad hoes they don't question shit Grade A smoke you ain't testing it I got a lot on my plate But I swear ain't no check gettin split I pay the whole bill then pour me a four out a seal Give bro'nem the rest of it, it's purple Self drive the whip when I'm taking them sips you know I be swerving Ain't gotta worry about me everything I'm doin I did it on purpose Niggas be lyin in their verses Heard what he said, that shit wasn't slurred Said he a killa he wasn't that fuck nigga died Trynna keep his word Say he was with us he ain't He can't come around unless he gettin served Who really got it in bank? Tell em stop trynna bring up this that and the third I'm trynna bring up the facts to shit they don't put in their raps The shit you ain't heard He got put onto some racks, couldn't that shit back And none of that shit wasn't earned But I guess you live and you learn from all your mistakes Pops did 15 years in the state Came home got flown out of the state Turned up the crib and got momma a place I'm getting money, I'm proud of the cake Turned down a deal for a mil They gave me an offer They must know what I'm finna make I'm straight nigga, I'm straight Fr I'm finna run this shit up
Writer(s): Melvin Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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