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Yeah, I been top rhyming without a co-sign Yeah, uh I been top rhyming without a co-sign I been popping we feasting they eating top ramen And she on them xans, say she down to die for me Keep popping them pills, and she really gone die on me She need a doctor, that neck need a check up My wrist, and my fist and my flow got a cold and She can't understand how we talk like it's coded Got packs for the low or the high, what you want? I invest in myself, and my gang, and these sessions It's destined, the way that they moving pathetic It's desperate, don't test us, don't make us aggressive Cause John on probation, he can't get arrested And I love my connect, so we staying connected I'm calm and collected, just send the request We collecting this cash, then we off of the set I take off on this crip, RIP to NIP Hold ya wrist up, I get BIG love Never switch up, I'm that nigga Niggas tripping on me, never trip though KK got me so I gotta get it You can tell the type of time that I'm on Missed calls, two cell phones I'm on vacation, these blunts in rotation Please don't hit my- Wait I just hit him in public It's nothing no trouble I did it myself All these niggas got doubles I doubled my profits and tripled the budget More money, more niggas that want something from me Boy I do what I want, we got nothing in common These hunnids a coming and I got her cumming These niggas I'm with, boy we closer than cousins This money mean nothing, they'll do you for nothing And I'm in my element They say hungry and humble, I'm arrogant Fuck up the estimate White ones, and they look like they heaven sent White ones, but I'm swear I'm not prejudice That lil bihh elegant Ask about me cause my face really excellent Nigga that's definite Know that nigga YOUNG too RECKLESS Nick Cannon, Drumline stepping Lil buddy cap, behead him Really out the mud, no begging How you say you bang with no weapon? (Ha, Montae!) Prime time, my time She wanna join my side, it gets no better Whack niggas, rap niggas How you a rat, you don't get no cheddar? I been top rhyming without a co-sign I been popping we feasting they eating top ramen And she on them xans, say she down to die for me Keep popping them pills, and she really gone die on me She need a doctor, that neck need a check up My wrist, and my fist and my flow got a cold and She can't understand how we talk like it's coded Got packs for the low or the high, what you want? I invest in myself, and my gang, and these sessions It's destined, the way that they moving pathetic It's desperate, don't test us, don't make us aggressive Cause John on probation, he can't get arrested And I love my connect, so we staying connected I'm calm and collected, just send the request We collecting this cash, then we off of the set I take off on this crip, RIP to NIP yeah
Writer(s): Vishay Boedhoe, Corey Amonte Mccoy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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