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I feel like the fucking biggest, nigga. I feel like the fucking biggest
And I can't lie, yeah, my bitch hate that I'm a dope fiend
She be mad I'm nonchalant , can't a lot of people approach me
And I remember them hard times, it was nobody but me

And I was toting on a nine when I was only thirteen
And ain't nobody give me handouts, had to do it on my own
Can't vent , so I'ma learn how to do it through these songs
Turn on the beat, light up the wood, is the type  timing I'm on

Done being in the streets, still keep my heat, I can't ride alone
Getting money, call the shots, yeah, you know I'm calling bank
My right hand mans known for knocking niggas out, nah, he ain't no tank
Gotta tell Nas chill he be on go nah he ain't gon' think
Rich slapping niggas, he gon' ask him before he turn and crank

Check out my wardrobe, I'm buying clothes that I couldn't afford
I'm a  stylist baby, you should put me on a page in Forbes
And I got some people in my life that I can't ignore
And I got some people in my life, play with them, I'll kick down your door
Dressed in all black, like we going to a funeral
Ain't gon' say too much, f*ck with me, see what they'll do to you
And I still remember, get suspended for fighting at Wallace Middle School

And I still remember, get suspended for skipping at Wallace Middle School
Bitches too friendly, be too close to niggas who envy
Shit can get deadly, shoot up the party and everyone ass up in a frenzy
I be saving my pennies, just copped poles for my niggas nigga we litty,
I be saving my pennies, just got poles for my niggas nigga we litty
And ain't nobody give me handouts, had to do it on my own
Can't vent , so I'ma learn how to do it through these songs
Turn on the beat, light up the wood, is the type  timing I'm on
Done being in the streets, still keep my heat, I can't ride alone
Getting money, call the shots, yeah, you know I'm calling bank
My right hand mans known for knocking niggas out, nah, he ain't no tank
Gotta tell Nas chill he be on go nah he ain't gon' think
Rich slapping niggas, he gon' ask him before he turn and crank

Niggas let my bro die if I was there, would've let off every shot
The truth gon' come to light, the ones who were there, they're gonna get knocked
Every time I see 12, I get nervous, cause I don't f*ck with these cops
Growing up, these streets raised me, I was dedicated to the block
Shitting on you if you ain't got my payment
New 9 it's chromes out and stainless
Niggas be fake, not on no gang shit
Playing with me, gon' leave, yo ass brainless
Put pain in finna show you why I'm sanctioned
8 inches in ya bitch she finna put me in ya playlists
Stepped in this shit, feeling like I'm the greatest
Brothers Chasing Millions we been already made it

And I can't lie, yeah, my bitch hate that I'm a dope fiend
She be mad I'm nonchalant , can't a lot of people approach me
And I remember them hard times, it was nobody but me
And I was toting on a nine when I was only thirteen
And ain't nobody give me handouts, had to do it on my own
Can't vent , so I'ma learn how to do it through these songs
Turn on the beat, light up the wood, is the type  timing I'm on
Done being in the streets, still keep my heat, I can't ride alone
Getting money, call the shots, yeah, you know I'm calling bank
My right hand mans known for knocking niggas out, nah, he ain't no tank
Gotta tell Nas chill he be on go nah he ain't gon' think
Rich slapping niggas, he gon' ask him before he turn and crank

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