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Yeah

Yeah, aye

When lil' Jerry had the Marauder

I had fifteen dollars, a glass jar, and an 8 ball of powder

Now I carry 'round doves like the shit ain't a problem

I got Kyle in Toledo, I be there in an hour

Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dawgs

Valet park at the set, draggin' bags out the mall

If you here then it's cheap, I need gas if you far

But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart

Used to ride an oldie, rim's spin when I gotta park

The jumpin' auto Benz charger van with the stars

Or just a van with the dog tuned in when I talk

I'm too motherfuckin' fresh, I can't blend in with you'll

Used to snatch Cardi's now I tags off before the party

Thousand dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardy's

Twenty five hundred for the sneakers that's a pair of Cardi's

Still have a hundred on the jury when I turn 40

Looking for me ****, then you know just where I'm at

Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap

Silver spoon ****'s you don't know about the trap

Real plug, get back on me when you finish with the pack

Bitch walk into the crib, make her turn her phone in

All these blues on me like I'm turnin' phones in

She ain't tryna fuck me then she goin' home then

She's so motherfuckin' cold I don't trust my own man's

I had the Benz truck, and then I did the five-fifty

****, ask your ho about it, she was catchin' rides wit' me

Drinkin' Four, pop a Perc', that shit got my hands itchin'

Hit the town, make a swap, ran back with bands with me

Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth

Bustin' down bills, let the worker keep the shake

Drop so many motherfuckin' pounds I'm in shape

Boy, don't call my line, if it ain't involving cake

Dickies on stack, see's I'm feelin' like I'm paid

Ball so fuckin' hard they can't guard me in the paint

Free my real ****'s on the yard with them shanks

Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes

I ain't buyin' another fuckin' car unless it's a Wraith

Stars in the ceiling, feelin' like I'm in outer-space

Shining my clear, Rollie on like I'm Mase

****'s thick handle, only thing we handle is this paper

All we got is money on the schedule, ballin' on another level, ****

Welcome to Geto Boy Records, ****

Go to war 'bout this money it's whatever, ****

Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause they got leather in it

If I up this bitch, you better not move, don't get clever, ****

Lay your ass down underground with the devil, ****

I ain't passed my test in high-school but bought a Tesla, ****

Gucci man bag on my shoulder with a tester in it

Drop another chain boy I know you feel the pressure, ****

In and out of gold or sun , I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, ****

We might got the same fuckin' watch, but I look better in it

We might got the same fuckin' whip, but I look better in it

I ain't go to court this mornin', now I got a warrant

Just left the dealership, I got another foreign

Ballin' like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges

You ain't in the mix bitch, you ain't important

Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it

Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it

Drop the four inside the water, put a bath on it

Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it

Aye, I'm peepin' you ****'s out there ridin' my motherfuckin' wave, ****

Talkin' 'bout, "No hook this", "No hook that", ****

I started this shit, ****, you hear me?

Who the fuck talkin' like this, ****?

Y'all can't fuck with me, ****

Aye, let the beat ride all day