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Mind racing, Heart pacing, I’m Blue hundreds chasing My time is coming nigga, and it ain’t no debating Niggas ask me how I do it, watch this demonstration You niggas prolly think I’m Jewish how I’m getting paper But nawh I’m just really good at saving I run it up on the daily You still broke so you hate me All that loose talkin' don’t phase me It more so just amaze me Tryna make it like Jay- Z Rolls Royce and Mercedes All white shit, no 80’s Got a new bad bitch from Haiti And She tryna have my baby I had to tell the bitch she crazy She said f*ck me and who raised me I got niggas tryna erase me They can take a shot wit' no chaser I gotta black Glock, red laser How you strapped up wit a taser Man that shit is outrageous When beef come, you gon tase shit My niggas gon spray shit That taser ain’t gon save shit But lemme gon head and say this I’m who I am, I can’t change shit Wait till that mother fuckin bass hit Like, I'm so sick wit it If you good at sum better stick wit it You can prolly get rich wit it You might wake up to like 6 figures But you gotta have common sense nigga Stack up and don’t spend nigga Stop hanging round new friends nigga Them ain’t even yo mans nigga They just come around cause you getting money I see the real and I see the phony Exactly why I got this heater on me I Pull the trigger, leave yo mama lonely Ima D nigga, I be eating coney Some nights It be beefaroni I got a lotta sauce, it be leaking on me Know a lotta people tried leeching off me Yeah, I had to cut em off before they sucked me dry If my pockets empty, I’d probably cry Sike nawl, that shit a lie Lemme take a minute and thank god Amen, Amen, If you talking money let’s shake hands Ion really do new friends, cause them friends gon f*ck up yo bands And that’s sum I really can’t chance Niggas love holding out hands I ain’t really tryna hear niggas ask These niggas wit me ain’t friends These MFs my fam Remember, I was just eating off scams Then I went and got a job at the plant All my, money went up towards rap But I still had enough for me to stack I ain’t, never eva gotta go back I was, a young nigga, fucking up my sack Every day, I spent money ona bag Then I blew that bitch into ash Bought too much weed, it ain’t last That shit made a nigga real mad But now I’m real smart with my cash I put all my shit in the stash I might take 50 as cash For 1 week, that 50 should last And if it don’t then nigga too bad Hol on Hol on nigga, I ain’t done I’m tryna tell you how to stack You better take notes on this rap Never trick off ona rat You should really know better than that If you don’t then you need to be smacked But I’m gone, gotta count these racks Bye Mind racing, Heart pacing, I’m Blue hundreds chasing My time is coming nigga, and it ain’t no debating Niggas ask me how I do it, watch this demonstration You niggas prolly think I’m Jewish how I’m getting paper
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