Time to run the game .. bring in pain if it’s all the same we ain’t taking shorts ... ain’t no time for playing got my father vains .. and I hold them up fuck u thought ...

What u know about heater burning ya hip tryna avoid a pita .. on the other hand dont want three strike and I ain’t talking Bout no Adidas

The plan is .. to make em understand it .. how u lived ya life moving like a bandit .. pass survival to the fullest ..you became to the realist and didn’t lower standards

We was packing up in and out of town wit conversation on a milli .. on a local run .. Just what it was the move was head down to Philly ..

Heavy thoughts with all kinds lot of reasons they kept it sturdy no kind of treason .. what made it betta we was getting chedda loading up bandemic season

Them Open doors yea they was broken off .. sacrifices can’t tell them all ..ya first decision be ya worst decison if I don’t count EM out I just make the call

Two tone on the presi

Swear these bitches fucking with me

Ny be the city , I stay on my grizzly

Ain’t bout no money it a Fendi

If that ain’t enough, I hit the bar an I pop a tab

If that ain’t enough , imma tryna get all the shit I never had if that ain’t enough

Give u all this feeling **** motivation live it up and scream like is your .. fatboy fuck the baddest bitches and I pass EM off and I don’t need no applause..

U my dog **** TLK bout it gone ride it out yea by any means .they worry about what’s the cut of the cloth I worry what’s the size of the jeans ...

We weigh out on the market just to get it started

Lost king and queens dearly departed .. alone in trap couldnt get a meal dem nights on da wood boy we was starving ..

Them table turn by the min .. want a hand out I ain’t with it .. feel the love when it come with the hate move along and this dismiss it ...

Run a circle all around the world .. counting bank handle business ..

Moving in like a tenants ..double crossed on the scremich

Tryna count me out I ain’t finished ..

Two tone on the presi

Swear these bitches fucking with me

Ny be the city , I stay on my grizzly

Ain’t bout no money it a Fendi

If that ain’t enough, I hit the bar an I pop a tab

If that ain’t enough , imma tryna get all the shit I never had if that ain’t enough