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Shit fucked up rest in peace gill and sticky Free reke and smuggs if its bullshit tell it miss me I was who called when you needed working fiftys Bitches still lusting still fuck em but only quickies Credit card scams ten bands on kroger giffys Bugatti my release party looking like a mob boss Should of kept my foot on the pedal then I didnt but the money kept coming in Drugs that i was peddaling I kept quiet kept em guessing Failing out the question im just counting up my blessings Section after section bottle after bottle Model after model if she suck it gotta swallow Ocean drive cruising met a cuban work at mangos Living la vida loca stash drugs in her cocho If you dont know me nigga fall back get out my photo I learned im at my best when im clear minded and solo Sour diese wrapped in a game leaf crown xo Jet lag from red eye flights they still slept tho Houston atlanta vegas to cali did it all jack Putting niggas on just to fall off done with all that Alot smarter from the mega bus charter When i was bringing pounds down when i would come see my daughter Because of that shrimp fettuccine lobster we order And if she need anything she know to come to her father You know you fucking with a real one About my money so them fucks i never give none Remember trapping just to smoke for free and get my re up Buying kicks and clothes impress these hoes i stay g'd up Feeling like kobe Ball like ginobli Ice in my rollie No capping i was down and out my bitch left me My niggas faded The hood love me so its fuck it man i aint complaining Look at me now still winning and balling Only difference i ignore the phone when fake friends calling Bitches dont spoil em only good vibes and long dick A text here and there i aint hard to get along with I been on shit been thumbing thru a check Was really in the streets been earned my respect I had florida keys before i been to florida keys Living my best life forgot what stress like The blessed type and i aint pray to get this shit either Got off my ass went and got it no excuses needed My brothers keeper My princess king Only thing that im missing is my royal queen I ball harder then all yall are 96th street harding ave bal harbour You know you fucking with a real one About my money so them fucks i never give none Foreal son You know you fucking with a real one About my money so them fucks i never give none Remember trapping just to smoke for free and get my re up Buying kicks and clothes impress these hoes i stay g'd up Feeling like kobe Ball like ginobli Ice in my rollie No capping i was down and out my bitch left me My niggas faded The hood love me so its fuck it man i aint complaining
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