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Yeah I could feel vibes
I don't f*ck with you if you lie
I don't f*ck with you if ain't from where you say you from
And my old joint, she said I'm an empath
I think that's kinda presumptuous

Tell ya mans, tell ya mans, I got fans, I got stans
I got plans to advance, and the power in my hands too
Got a lot of gold all up in my mouth, and I know
I got hella haters, tell 'em walk it out, rich

I got love interests
Wall to wall, room full of them bitches
I got love interests
And they can't touch none of my riches
I got love interests
Wall to wall, room full of them bitches
I got love interests
And they all want T'so children's

But the kid is not mine
Bitch, you lucky you was getting my time
You know lil' T'so ahead of his time 
I got more sauce than ya X's combined
Shot my shot cause yo' homegirl yeah she fine
She seen my DM like it was a sign
Pull up wit quickness, I dip, then we fly
You cannot play me I dare you to try
Said Bitch I'ma hit, but
If you really bug me then I say goodbye

Yeah bitch, I'ma say peace
Dick fit snug, pussy warmer than a fleece
He just mad cause I got cheese 
Cookin' flickin' blades like I'm Bobby Flay, sheesh

Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich
Grindin' til I'm ballin', then I'ma ball til I'm too rich

And my people's too rich
And people's kids rich
Build a steeple from a brick
Worship these scriptures, King
Ain't no tellin' what tomorrow bring
I might rap, and I might sing
Put me on a track, I'm the icing
White, but I'm not a viking
Got a plan I'm devising
Bitch, I heard dollar might do you
Don't lie to me, cause I see through you
My intention's pure like fruit juice
But don't make me put the mother fucking voodoo
Don't make me pull the mother fucking pins out
Don't make me load the grenade launcher
If I hate you, I'll put a price on ya
If you kill me the guilt gon' haunt ya
And I bet that you ain't got it on ya
All of yall be sharin' one gun, and you stay hot like a sauna
You gon' disappear like Hoffa
I never lie, bitch I'm too honest

I could see the future, I got good karma
12 years ago, momma heart broken by my father
All throughout my life, heart broken by my momma
Cause, many times she tried to leave us, suicide, she wanna
But pain is my armor
Pain made me stronger
Pain inflicted on ya
Then I'm gon' lie to your honor
Rich

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