Off the Top, Pt. 3

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WeedJunky

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This the switch up
Come unexpected like a hiccup
The f*ck is he on
Dropping shit that’s waking pac and big up
I give up
Nah I’m lying I ain’t that easy to get rid of
I ain’t get love
Now when bitches see me they give me big hugs
And niggas look star struck now ion get mugged
Blue faces like I’m big cuz
Ion bang Soulja rag hanging off me just cuz
They just thugs they ain’t even good enough to sweep the ones up at strip clubs
What the f*ck you got going on inside your life
You getting jacked just out of spite cause all your packs is highly priced
You getting high off your supply
But you don’t even take your own advice
My new balance stabilized
I be rocking with lileggnrice
I’m the best I said it right
Yeah they said that and they said it twice
A nervous wreck, but I played it nice
All through the dark now I’m shedding light
I’m just trying to pull up with a big bag on me like I play the pipes
If I would've knew I had this many children I would’ve brought more baby wipes
Off the top
Shout out iceberg we ain’t clubbing if it ain’t on no yacht
And all that tea they spilled bout me turned into scotch
You don’t use no gloves when you be chopping up your rocks
You out your top get off the mother fuckin block
Beef shit is what you want get on
Ight just pick out a house we gon sit on
I’m not the nigga to love on for real ma, I just need something to feel on
I feel like I should’ve been on
Dopest one out nigga I’m what the pill on
The car wasn’t mine, I put 10 on
F*ck it I’m bout to just get my hot wheel on
So unbothered by the people I unintentionally shit on
I’m putting bitches on a timer
I told her my dick like a year long
Ralph up that road and he still on
Always keep hittas the CO gon slip phones
He surviving that joce that he went on
I got to break off a bag when he get home
Free will
Free boogie
I don’t need no radiology I can see these niggas straight pussy
My dawg trying to wash his money up and invest it in me good looking
But even with a million dollars sitting in my bank account I'm still a hoodlum
According to the white man every black man in the hood a bully
They telling lies trying to push me
Couldn't look me in my eyes when they booked me
Don't act surprised don't me mushy
When you see me televised you overlooked me
Watch me build a buzz in a light-year now everybody trying to ride on my woodie
I'm back and I'm better
We got straps for whoever
Me and a rat can't be hanging together
But I am attracted to cheddar
She fucking the gang and you claiming the Heffer
Nigga you ain't a Hugh Hefner
I'm in gear, but all this blood, sweat, and tears left stains on my sweater
Stunt and rub my hands like birdman
Cause by the time I touch three mill you gon be on your third xan
Stack or starve I knew some niggas who trapped out they work van
Looked passed em all I wanted to rap so I stuck to my first plan
Never met Rick Ross I f*ck with Rossy got to record in first-class
Working on my patience cause that's key
But you can keep the nurse badge
Dirty money don't change the fact that niggas really dirtbags
Nigga you been hustling since a teen and still ain't touch your first band
Damn
I'm off the top with everything
Yes I'm the shit who can I blame
I would say my pops he was barely there, but I wouldn't be here if he never came
I been through some shit so let me explain, but before I do that imma need a flame
It's just me and my tool ion need a gang
Stick to the rules don't compete with lames
Ima big target
Bitch you a bench warmer why you always with all that shit starting
He barely know her, but he all in trying to go and trick and get her wrist frosted
I'm still taking risk often
You don't know how much the bullshit cost me

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