I've come to think that you was bluffing
I do work, you up to nothing
You a bitch, that's true discussion
All my firearms is-
All my firearms is Russian
Inconveniences is tough
'Cause that's the point we get to bussing
Have ya mother get to-
Who's ya mans? I cannot trust him
He not with me? Then it's fuck 'em
I want properties and-
I want properties and money
Opportunities come knocking
Put my name in the discussion
I can't claim it if it's nothing
Crashed the RX8 and now my car insurance jumping
C280 on the highways
Windows down, the speakers thumping
Truth be told, I know I'm getting old
So now I'm hungry
Tryna have some kids and raise 'em in another country
New PIN on the tele'
You could keep or you could punch it
Brodie just got nicked on the way home
I hope he clutch it
Get the concept: know it's me
I'm created in my brother's mould
So ain't no ho in me
I was always at the centerfold
But that's the older me
Should'a seen it in my mama face
When I made 20 racks
Now picture that but even crazier
'Cause I made 20 back
And my mans rightfully tweaking
He can't get his honey back
Come against me, guaranteed no coming back
Tried to be honest with bro
Now he don't even wanna rap
She said I was the worst she ever had
And she won't take it back
Police asking 'bout my pockets
Don't even trip, it's baby fat
I been snubbed outta my chances
But I won't get into that
Brodie borrowed clothes then dirtied them
The fuck? I wanted that
(Who did I think I was, trying to change my fate?)
I don't even want 'em back
Tryna run it up this summer
Hit my line for money hacks
I got mad, but I'ma try avoiding conflict
Please relax
Half a mile track with music
Guaranteed I'm speeding laps
How you saying it's a race when you can't even see the track?
How you saying that you need me, you don't even need me back?
She know my steez soon as I pull up
I don't even need to mack
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