[Intro]
Let's dodge rain drops
Follow me
[Verse 1]
They say I always left a paper trail
Duffle bag in the attic, now how that paper smell? (wooh)
And I musta left it there for several years
In case of emergencies, go get a set of wheels
Burning tobacco with my ancestors
Learning lessons on my transgressions
Accepting that street niggas, we live by different rules
Pill poppin', everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names as we walk the halls (Boss)
With everything to gain, only fear Allah
Full metal jacket still a wardrobe
Never waste a prayer for peace in a warzone
Pray to keep the lights on your porch on
Even better, pray I get to see my boy grow
Before Instagram, we did it up in the ozone
Only nigga still killing, never told on
[Verse 2]
Let's go deep into my cold mind
First and one, I got it on the gold line
Fully automatic weapons for my O-line
Wanna buy the team, they say I need a cosign
I got a beacon jumping out the gym
My new freak, she Puerto Rican, trying to reel me in
Hit the homey from the hood, I told him fill me in
On top of that, he said he good, I told him, "bring me 10"
Gentrification across the barren land
I thought the goal was get rich, be a married man
Never question my vision, I seen atrocities
But I also see profit on selling properties
Still rising, enterprising young entrepreneur
Ostentatious globe-trotting out with Lira Galore (Young Coco)
Six mill', I'm born, I told 'em they can keep the change
Pick me up in that new 'Rari swerving lane to lane
[Verse 3]
Nigga close, but it's no cigar
So it better be that Ghost or that double R
My alma mater is serving fed time
See the streets before God cut off his deadline
Demi-Gods, so tomorrow grows to prominence
Bastard case, you can see that was some common sense
I entertain niggas under poverty lines
So I paint these pretty pictures as part of my rhymes
Crack spots block to block, I've been a benefactor
I don't think you understand the type of chips I'm after
Corporations, but they run them like their small time
We never see eye to eye if you got a soft side
I told you pussy niggas let the lions in
I told these pussy niggas let the lions in
Your record label's left with rigor mortis
I just closed another deal worth another 40
(I just closed another deal worth another 40)
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