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Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown And imma make it on my own Trapping or rapping I don't know But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown And imma make it on my own Trapping or rapping I don't know But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone Chasing a check and I'm boutta go get it Counting up all of these hunnids and fifties Makin them plays I just do it so swiftly Bet give me 15 and I'll meet you at Chilis I'm all about dough so I'm chasing them milis I don't fuck with hoes specially if they be silly My benzo got smoke coming all out the ceiling That fake as fuck shit bro is just not appealing Pull up with a p in a back pack Pistol by my side case you act whack Say you getting money where the stack at Now you acting funny gotta back track Thinking I'm a dummy that be slack slack Making all this money on the fast track Flipping all these onions like a flap jack Hunger in my tummy that's a flash back I was trynna eat so I done started selling dope Found the plug, I got the front, and then I went and flipped the bow As I got older I learned mo, how am I here man I don't know But I swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown And imma make it on my own Trapping or rapping I don't know But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone My homies get that pack in We flip it like gymnastics Just gotta get them racks quick Im making plays like backflips Stayout here trynna stack chips I'm always real no acting That 3 point star up on my car all you see when I back in Just trynna live lavish and do this shit my way Gotta thank god every morning I see another day Took 3 years to find myself and I ain't got no time to play Trynna make it in this rap shit so I'm working while a pray Aye Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown And imma make it on my own Trapping or rapping I don't know But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone Haha
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