Gospel
First Class Rossy
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Came a long way from them nickel bags nigga Yea now we don't even touch it Just put the bag up get the bag back Watch the bag stack Remember running from the Angels Boppin' with the demons Trappin' to dat Jezzy Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy I'll drop 'em' off wherever Nigga where we meeting What you needed Bxtch I'm squeezing If he scheming imma leave him I get money fast Flip the paper and fill another bag Double back Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag 100 bags I'm in the yo just countin my moneybaggs Done dat bad I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga But it's all good we all good I had fell off and looked around where yall was Started off with reggie bags and small jugs Graduated to several bags we all plugged All my nigga was scoring we like a ball club Really got it to blow it we like a ball club We get tired of waiting we go spin where ever ya'll was 100 round drums Kutta smokin' it was all wood Late night I'm grindin' it was me alone Chasing' a vision I knew I would have to see alone Them days was dark but so beautiful dat Nia Long I could never eat alone Go dog you if bro need a bone You ever been down to your last Been flightin' for some days Tryna catch you one you he tryna do the same So it's him or it you A hat or grave Take my chances with the state I'm coming get him out the way Wait I ain't finna play You in motion or you in the way You niggaz sweet as cake You picking sides nah you ain't even safe Ain't stoppin' for no jakes This the kinda paper beat a case I gotta find a way Swerve through traffic I ain't even brake Go go go mode Wockiana I'm slow mo'd Micro carbine a go Go Pro Shootin' you and your bro bros How you make it out the city just to let the door close? I get through dat bih it ain't go be no more doors Like Rossy need lead the way Rossy need his cake Bro love the beef he need a taste It's time to eat I feed him steak I been mixing these exotics up and now i'm seeing space Get in my way Front row tickets to this show u seeing Drake Now let us pray Remember running from the Angels Boppin' with the demons Trappin' to dat Jezzy Dat shxt was like gospel to a Teedy I'll drop 'em' off wherever Nigga where we meeting What you needed And i'm squeezing If he scheming immm leave him I get money fast Flip the paper and fill another bag Double back Dat bih so stuffed we go have to double bag 100 bags I'm in the yo just countin my moneybags Done dat bad I let you slide it won't be another pass nigga Juve in a Lac Pouring sippin' act Started off with $50 watched it turn to 50 racks Dat 50 made 100 back My brody showed me how to trap Parked the Rover jects Pull up hop out with my gat I can show you mathematics I know mathematics Money flippin' steady flippin' You know I know acrobatics Got the plain jane Carti Imma go back for the Patek Lost my mind I never had it Think my room need to be padded Straight my jacket Ain't waiting for it let me at it Gotta put some up datz my children go inherit Cop designer wear it once and tell JR he can have it Everything front the plane we don't do average nigga Blood Money
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