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Yo, yo Yo, she wanna Netflix and chill But I wanna get rich and bill Yo, look at my left wrist, it's real She know it ain't right but left with me still I'm so high, my head in the hills A kilo of cracks, a hell of a mill' All of my junkies gettin' the bill Them niggas rap, but never they're real Never they're real My girl said she'll leave But never she will, never she will And if she leaves me, I have feelings I'll never reveal, never reveal Niggas touch me, the gang's slidin' out right this second Life ain't a game, guns in the range None of my niggas don't fight with the Tekken Yo, I need to find a reverend 'Cause I live a life of crime And when it comes to my time to die I might not be able to find the Heaven Violate the night, we got him Can't trust guys change like the weather Ocean water, diamond treasure I see your drip, but mine is wetter King of the streets I'm still in the chair Fuck you haters, I'm feeling to swear She like it when I pull it and grip on her chair Pull upon them in the whip of the year Pull upon them in the whip of the year Cuttin' them off, my scissors are near Bro caught a murder, he's still in the clear My girl knows that I'm killin' the rear Killin' the rear Signed the papers, and now I'm a millionaire A millionaire Girls says I'm unreal, but girl I'm as real as your hair Still in the hood, 'cause my niggas are there Lot of hate that I feel in the air Guns in the show, yeah, we bring it in here Now I'm feelin' prepared Yo, she wanna Netflix and chill But I wanna get rich and bill Yo, look at my left wrist, it's real She know it ain't right but left with me still I'm so high, my head in the hills A kilo of cracks, a hell of a mill' All of my junkies gettin' the bill Them niggas rap, but never they're real Never they're real My girl said she'll leave But never she will, never she will And If she leaves me, I have feelings I'll never reveal, never reveal Nigga's touch me, the gang's slidin' out right this second Life ain't a game, guns in the range None of my niggas don't fight with the Tekken Yo, I think I'd like to mention When Fred was broke and starved I fell like all my hope was up I couldn't find new guys for helping It was love when ridin' sentence They'll be mad when you buy the Bentley Pussy tight, can't find the entry But it's mine and I'm slidin' plenty Man we used to throw pounds at the edge of the wall I'm talking the edge of the wall My teachers was lookin' for me and my niggas But we wasn't ever in school Now I make pounds at the end of a call Who would've thought that Fred would ball? Jumped in the game, I ain't read the rules When jail niggas phone, I accept the calls You should know how I'm feelin' today I hit the trap, fuck a minimum wage If I didn't rap I'd be still in the cage We ain't close so she's feelin' away Told my dawg, we're big in the game You kill the opps, I kill the game Visit my show, don't go stealing no chains 'Cause the industries quick to be feelin' away She's all on heroin, fill up her vein Seein' that young, the feeling is strange New yards big, I live in a maze Last week, I lost two of my woman for days When we poked up, she was slipping away Real talk he's lucky, he living today These days I can't even finish my plate So it's only right my niggas ate Yo, she wanna Netflix and chill But I wanna get rich and bill Yo, look at my left wrist, it's real She know it ain't right but left with me still I'm so high, my head in the hills A kilo of cracks, a hell of a mill' All of my junkies gettin' the bill Them niggas rap, but never they're real Never they're real My girl said she'll leave But never she will, never she will And if she leaves me, I have feelings I'll never reveal, never reveal Nigga's touch me, the gang's slidin' out right this second Life ain't a game, guns in the range None of my niggas don't fight with the Tekken
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, George Kirkham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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