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Sheesh
Pussy, I ain't on the count, but I'm locked in
If I don't call your mom's, moms, we are not friends
This ratchet like a tennis racket, make a top spin
My niggas holding weight in the crib like a home gym
Thottie he really own my body, cause she know I'm him
Watch me sit this wood on her chin like a violin
Roaches, rats, fiends, and cops, that's our environment
I'm a slime, I wade to the top, that's my prerogative
It's no love, we drawin' blood like a phlebotomist
Don't wear shine, we wristwatch, they know what time it is
It's like I'm famous already, how they be hatin' Teddy
White pills, brown liquor, that gon' keep me deady
And I'ma beat the fuckin' block til I'm good and ready
P.O. like, you gotta have a job, I'm like, I do already
I be smokin' on that Buddha, boolin' with the Udas
Droppin' jewels like Adolph, nigga, this gon' pay off
We gon' get that weight off like the biggest loser
Without a question, we holdin' weapons while euro steppin
F*ck bitches, get money, that's just my profession
The only thing they takin' from me is a fuckin' lesson
These niggas thinkin' they fire just cause they rap aggressive
It's a old bop mixed with a new wave
These new rappers be sweeter than granny Kool-Aid
Feel like March Madness, we been ballin' for two days
This 40 gon' kick and push like Lupe
Steppin' on these groupies, they get dick off the duce
You ain't bringin' shit to the table, I do what you say
I'm about a dollar, don't give a f*ck about gossip
That glizzy came with a chopper, you better play with your mama
I need all my ones to have a comma
I need all my runts to be Obama
All my bitches be throwin' fits like toddlers
It's Mr. 845 himself
You rat-ass niggas already know I'm bad for your health
Die-ass bitches know I'm catchin' them mouth then I'm out
I'm tryna fill an account with more than I can count
And you like Ray J, big sister, you just wanna be down
Started sayin' sheesh, the niggas started bitin' my style
Never gon' switch, like the major leagues, how we pitch
You mention my name to a bitch, that just make you a bitch
The only thing I talk about is some bread
So you should probably take my dick out your mouth
And get some money instead, on god
Me and Simms break bread like that shit is a job
I'm big and he rob, and whoever bigger, we rob
The bottom's red, cause I'm steppin' on the competition
I'm from the trench, aka no pot to piss in
Mr. Diarrhea, swear to God, I'm sick of shittin
I try to tell him I'm the truth, I guess they harder listenin
Or harder hearin', I'm shakin', shit like the garden cheerin
I ain't signin' for nothin', less than a quarter million
You see my eyes, I'm even higher than my court appearance
Type of stores I shop in, you can't afford the clearance
I got some gems for your ears, like I bought you earrings
I manifested everything and now it's all appearin
They ain't believe me, now it's funny, look at all them cheerin
Sideline not seein' the time flyin
Bitch, I been connected, I don't know what the wifi is
Pressure defines diamonds, steppin' to my side
People dyin' here, live sirens, we learn to survive by it
My environment is wild, we a product of it
Hide all the illegal shit, cause the cops might runnin
The spot's still bumpin', so that mean the shop's still runnin
All the shit that we been through, trust me, you did not feel nothin
We numb now, they don't like shit, they dumb now
They all drunk and high off drugs now
I still do Nike with the uptowns
No matter how much I got, baby girl, know I grew up on the block
Gotta hustle, bro gotta duffle, he don't want to tussle
Stop complainin', get off your ass if you want a bubble
Shawty Basic, I cracked it, but I don't wanna cuddle
I send her on visit to bro, cause I got a couple
And I ain't seen it all, but I'm still lookin
They're steel with me in my drawers, where I still put it
She said she can't fit it all, but she still took it
Told them I need my shit raw, cause I still cook it
It's that hard white, shots flyin', ball fight
Runts cost 3K a p, close the jaw tight
Had to play my cards right, we ain't have it all
Now you see the way we ball, like it's fuckin' All-Star Night
All net, all promises, not at all threats
Used to runnin' round with the wolves like Kevin Garnett
All set, this fifth here is loaded full of bald heads
All bets placed against me, gon' be all debts
If you don't know me, you better sign in Google
My life a movie, the type of shit that you find on Hulu
I need racks for my son and my daughter
I'm in the hood, droppin' packs in the water
Just like it's ramen noodles
You want the chicken or you want the beef
Upstate, we in the building like we on the lease
Rule one, never shit where you gotta sleep
One call and the coroner gonna need some sheets
Wildin' out with the cannon, I'm bout to send God
New friends, this lead, turn your team into the Red Squad
Tech drawn, y'all don't wanna see no metal spit
I'm on point, touch the paper like pencil tips

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