Will Smith

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Speak facts you can't rap you fake like a mannequin
Had my heart broke money pay for the damages
Don't reach cause I'll teach these niggas they can't handle it
Want the food off my plate but f*ck em they ain't having shit

Bally or Hermes on my momma I don't match nothing
See my chains hitting but this nigga won't snatch nothing
Cause I'm a have to clap some the street shit this what come with it
Spent a thousand on a Smith and Wesson just to run with it

Think I'm finna call Dame put me in ball game
Jay punched me in at Benihanas gave the wrong name
I been burning up a nigga started from a small flame
Your bitch never play your music cause she know your song lame

I can't be stressing about no bitch I gotta move on
Taliban a wrap your brother up with some Trues on
Rarri poured a four of Tris finna get my snooze on
Jay set the play we finna slide in a school zone

You made yo last shot well make another this a heat check
Fucking on your baby momma while she playing Keith Sweat
New shit got em head bobbing ain't even heard the beat yet
Boss level take me to it I ain't met defeat yet

Niggas capping in they caption buying fake fashion
Say we see the real in you, you see through like some plastic
Make the money stretch and go four ways Mr Fantastic
Put a switch on my glizzy now it's fully automatic

Riding round windows down stick on me I'm masked up
Boy I'm always humble remember days I ain't have much
Caught em at the store it's a go got em bagged up
Rule number one when you in these streets get your cash up

I love all my haters man they boost a nigga confidence
Make me hella proud when they hate on my accomplishments
This a marathon this is a not sprint you need endurance
Know a couple runners that be trapping out a Urus

Oh Dame we finna drop they been waiting on the mix-tape
Thirty seconds in they heard the bars and made the shit face
LA for the fish plate Mastros for the big steak
Time is money when I hit the road can't make a mistake

Nigga said it's on when he see me from a fake page
Knew it was a hoe nigga find out that he bitch made
I cut up like a switchblade balling like oh six wade
Told myself back in the sixth grade f*ck bitches get paid

Can't be reaching for my Glock right now I think twelve on me
Smoking left a smell on me hope the bitch don't tell on me
Even if  I'm booked I'm a smile cause I got bail on me
Niggas only found some loose leafs and a scale on me

Punchmade Dev got me trying to scam my own cousin
Remember pushing one to make a call now my phone buzzing
You Thirty-six you living with your bitch and you don't own nothing
Only come around see me getting money you trying to hold some

I can't be stressing about no bitch I gotta move on
Taliban a wrap your brother up with some Trues on
Rarri poured a four of Tris finna get my snooze on
Jay set the play we finna slide in a school zone

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