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Yea
Ima run up them racks
Yea I'm all on they ass
Gotta run up this bag
Yea
Umm
Old dogs turnt to new foes
I done had a few friends turn to enemies
Keep it solid nigga ten toes
I cud peep niggas fake thru they energy
All I wanted was to win
I came from the bottom ain't lookin' for sympathy
Made my way through the trap now I run it up
Made a bag and then I fucked it up
Hunnit k just to f*ck up them summers
Check them stats yea I'm known to do numbers no I ain't no runner
To busy grindin' and countin' these comma's
So much bread it be jammin' the counter
Dirty money had to hit wit da soap
Now they give me love like da Pope
Finessed out the trap got the game in a choke
We can't do dem stars unless they come in a ghosts
In the trap I got perfect attendance
I can't see another nigga contendin'
Good or bad they gon have an opinion
Since I'm the topic we gon keep that bitch trendin
Ain't Neva gon let up
Took too many loses
Wins feel like a setup
I ain't Superstitious but karma done blessed us
They jackin' my style tell em' walk wit a steppa'
My foot on they necks
Been applyin' mo' pressure
Built way to solid ain't no nigga breaking me
I done stacked up more cake then a bakery
Love da trap swear this shit it was made for me
Whippin' that white like I just reversed slavery
Hunnit k just for play aunt a thing for me
Got some niggas thats willin' to stain for me
Right out dem' trenches where niggas move dangerously
Neva fear nothin' I'm keepin' that thing on me
No need for light cuz these diamonds be dancing
Cud look but don't touch boy you don't wanna chance it
My hitta' wildout he like nick wit the canon
Get left where you stand if you make the wrong move
Run up a check wit Dior on my shoes
I got me ain't no way I cud lose
They counted me out I got nothin' to prove
Ain't no mission impossible
I'll take my time on this cruise
Old dogs turnt to new foes
I done seen a few friends turn to enemies
Keep it solid nigga ten toes
I cud peep niggas fake through they energy
All I wanted was to win
I came from the bottom ain't lookin' for sympathy
Made my way through the trap now I run it up
Made a bag and then I fucked it up
Hunnit k just to f*ck up them summers
Check them stats yea I'm known to do numbers no I ain't no runner
To busy grindin' and countin' these comma's
So much bread it be jammin' the counter
Dirty money had to hit wit da soap
Now they give me love like da Pope
Finessed out the trap got the game in a choke
We can't do dem stars unless they come in a ghosts
In the trap I got perfect attendance

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