M. O. B.
Cuzzo.
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Let me introduce myself Yeah, I know I'm poppin' Y'all just do it for the camera I don't need that to know the answer Say, you got the bag, I'ma get it faster I don't mean to brag, just a little banter I don't mix codeine when I sip the Fanta Yeah, I just roll a little bit to ease the anger Had to take a step back, take a different angle Had to take a step back just to write this anthem Had to take a step back like the 24 Yeah, you did your job, hope that God take it easy on your soul Prayin' he don't take my lil' bro Cause Kobe and his daughter wasn't thinkin' that they wouldn't make it home Yeah, I'm bent, but I never fuckin' broke And yeah, I'll admit it, started smokin' just to cope And yeah, I was trippin', I was lovin' on a hoe And yeah, God forbid it that this money take my soul I'm just runnin' off of hope Hopin' one day that my mama ain't so broke Hopin' one day that my brother make it big Scared for the day that my grandma hit the floor Y'all be speakin' on me, but I'm chillin' where I'm at Got my vision clear, 2020, know that's cap I could say I see it, but I can't through this glass But I say I mean it when I say I'm gettin' cash Yea these bitches nice, clappin' all that ass But I need a real one who ain't tryna move too fast Yeah, I had a homie f*ck me over in my past So when I say I trust you, better hope you make it last Brand new decade, I hope you know I'm comin' Kinda bored of bitches screamin' at me, C I'm cummin' Not to say I'm wishin' for some lovin', but I am But now I'm screamin' money over bitches, cause I can Money over bitches to the death of me, seemin' like my destiny Never will I again let a ho get the best of me Homies see me cookin' and they askin' for the recipe Smokin' all this weed, duckin' cops like the 70s I'm just worried bout my family tree I ain't tryna ball alone, wanna see the family eat Yeah, the way I'm comin' takin' shots like the cavalry Yeah, they come so sudden, I can't take another casualty Yeah, I know I'm poppin' Y'all just do it for the camera I don't need that to know the answer Say, you got the bag, I'ma get it faster I don't mean to brag, just a little banter I don't mix codeine when I sip the Fanta Yeah, I just roll a little bit to ease the anger Had to take a step back, take a different angle Had to take a step back just to write this anthem Write this anthem, what I had to do My flow on ice cold, almost like it got the flu Gotta get the guapo, gotta get the loot Studyin' myself, lookin' at the way I move Rollin' in the fronto, yeah, that's how we move Whippin' in the Benzo, that's what I plan to do Get the liquor, mix it with the apple juice Puffin' indo, out the window of the room Yeah, I'm not done, grindin' till they put me in my coffin Why they talk about it and they not on Yeah, I had to get it, homie, spot on When I see that money, get a hard on Pause Homie, what, what the f*ck did this guy just say Let me introduce myself
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