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Money and power thats the only thing my homies know
Made half band let it settle then I make it grow
I called up mene had me geekin through the telephone
He said money magic going through a brother bones
I said my brother we gon make it out
He said the money finna get my mom a brand new house
We finna cop a brand new watch on top a leather couch
And these haters plotting heavy took a different route
So f*ck em
I'm moving different runnin MPB
Man f*ck a label independent rapping stuck wit me
I got a couple enemies and yeah they ducking me
I cannot be moving out in public with the luxury
F*ck wit me we gon' catch ourselves a hater
If he pull up with the stick them I'ma beam him with this laser
MCR turn all the tables
I'ma put him in the stables
The way they not fuckin with me I'ma have to show him angels
When I leave, I pray God stay wit me
Cause if they testing bout some mula
Then I do em like ricky
Pistol grip and tough talk
You know nothing bout blickys
I got a couple of homies
Who finna put em in a spliffy
If that shit hit just right then we do it again
I know that that same hoodrat got a whole lot of friends
Tough talk M P B we gon meet in the ends
AK 47 Woodgrain tucked all up in the pants
I don't wanna talk about it if it don't mention bands
M gon stand for all money that's reason why I land
I got homies making mula ain't got a pistol in they hand
P stand for power but ain't come without a plan
Let's talk that buisness n shit
A lot of motherfuckers hated my buisness and prints
I got a couple receipts that show the dealings n shit
I'm tryna make a ton of money so a mf rich
The goal to get my mom a house and my grandma a mansion
Even if I gotta hold a mf for some ransom
All the opps be catching 9s had to call up Chris Hansen
My bullets finna have those mfs running and dancing
Shit I'm blowing up like I put bane inside a stadium
What happened to that man claiming that he part in making em
MPB all hit his bitch and then we went and traded him
Loyalty is tested ain't no mixed feelings and no gradients
If you can handle loyalty then f*ck yo mom for making em
Had to go n get a M cause bands be looking paper thin
Killing shit that's foreign in a foreign like Invader Zim
Zap a hoe for snoring on my music like the haters been
Got a crew, yeah my 9 stay with me
I got my girl and yeah she sippin on that bright pink Whitney
I miss my homie in the 6 but the 9 is history
Aint nobody finna live they whole life legitely
They taking easy routes avoiding when the lines get iffy
I pray and promise that all my toughest times that God stay with me
The streets is tough and if you bad then the side walk get messy
I kick yo head like a ball the way my shot like Messi
I'm drifting streets and cutting lanes not online no hesi
I'm still walking down the street hoping that 1 will test me
Man f*ck the opps all of them gon meet with my fine M60
They got a war up in these streets motherfuckers aligned against me
Finna spin yo block twice
We can get it in
I can't f*ck yo main hoe but I got the friend
MCR agenda finna bag a mill in dividends
Had to go and get an M cause bands looking paper thin
Wait I said that shit
Man ima say again
F*ck a nike tech baby lemme go and settle in
I know that I could treat you better living put that rental bin
Went from 90k a day to serving fellas Redaline
Real ogs know the struggle
If you fight then we can tussle
If I grind respect the hustle
Got to Re-Peter like Russell
If he bigger get the muzzle
Bullets ripping through his muscles
They aint really want the smoke
They aint really throwing knuckles
I be rapping super kosher
All my homies know the poster
And no Richard Milli poser
Green beams from an ogre
Turn yo ass into a Hindu
Then you know that shit is over
Bullets flying finna hit you
Tinted coming from the rover
Finna get busy
This an AR tallywacker
I know you call it glizzy
I'm just following the pattern
Pistol grippin stizzy
I swear ogs giving laughter
If I catch you then its pack watch
Call the AR petty power
I know you bitches caught up with that super sour
This shit is not a game
Mofuckers dying every hour
And you still gon be a lame
In a drop top racing splitting lanes
Finna cook me up some chickens
And I ain't talking no canes
My whole family from the trenches
Have you slept out on these benches
Can you stay out of all my mentions
If you cannot feel my tension
I got homies making money moves
So I just cannot f*ck with you
All you bitches was so comfortable
While I was serving Lunchables
I just touched him on the shoulder so I know that he is touchable
But brother I'm not Remble man this AK just not tuckable
I'm not fuckin with my classmates man I guess I just ain't lovable
Man this glock with a nutsack and these bitches think its fuckable
I put 30 on that man and that the contract at the huxtable
Red beams bright lights even Taylor aim the bustable
Laser beams gun fights anybody get to upping fools
Red dot eye sight anyone can get a dirty tool
Red dot eye sight anyone can get a dirty tool
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