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Volpe

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They wanna see us go down
But we not fulfilling their wish
You know I'm not switching my style
You know I'm not switching my friends
Yeah, I know
Its hard in this business to live
But I'm still in this bitch
And still killin this shit
Got the gang on my side I'm not a loner
Alcoholics and stoners
Smoking it pure enjoy the aroma
Drinkin it pure don't mix it with soda
I got brothers that are moving that Yoda
I got brothers working on a diploma
Some are flexing with a daydate
Some are flexing Daytonas
I'm like hold up, hold up, yah
I'm like hold up, yeah, yeah
We are drinking pure shots
We're not drinking corona
I'm like hold up, I'm like hold up
I'm like hold up, yeah, oh, yah yah
Double D that B not saying Dunkin' Donuts ya ya ya
Flex on the gram we go live In this bitch
Ain't going down we too high in this bitch
Wrist so cold
People die for this shit brrr
Polar bear could survive on this shit
Working on my music and doing my bachelor
Don't care where I go, You know that I'm dressed up
Can't hear me coming pull up in a tesla
Eighty bitches, I'm dead high like I'm Hefner
Don't know where to go cuz, you know, It can blow black
Counting my blessings and counting my whole racks
No bra, Your girl in my car
That's a throwback
Star on my neck
Like I am Kodak
I am where I am,'cause I never lost hope
Going for one and you know that's no joke
Dick in her mouth better know that she choke
Pockets are full, nah, we ain't going broke, nah
So many people want to get it
But they can't 'cause they ain't putting in that work
We keep grinding
Yeah, we keep grinding
All day, all night
I got mad friends in benzes
Jumping them fences
They all got my back
And I give them a percentage
I got mad friends in Bentleys
No, no, they're no friendly
All my brothers in Gucci
All my bitches in Fendi
I got mad friends in benzes
Jumping them fences
One more call to my friends
Just to f*ck up your present
I got fucking offended
But I stay the most reckless
They don't f*ck with me winning
Hundred songs up their asses
Don't wanna waste any more time
We should've run away
Police is coming from the sky
I had plenty of rainy days
Fratello on tv
Save no numbers, send, delete
I told them how I stopped it
I just got better at not being seen
Cold as ice, fist chain
100k, dress well
No fear, hide the face
Bring that, not enough
You gotta pay, we're selling
Not testing, business way
People like me, do things, look my face
People like you, they call out names
Means you fake, fake
People like me aren't huge by choice
There's one way
Kill dead, last man standing
You teach me a lesson, no way
I lose some friends as time goes
Some found in some taxis with drug loads
Tanti Saluti
Some changing home when law calls
Low calls
Some disappear from any locals
I got mad friends still asking
To me why I'm not fucking
With that criminal life
But I just had to stop it
So many people want to get it
But they can't 'cause they ain't putting it into work
We keep grinding
Yeah, we keep grinding
All day, all night
I got mad friends in benzes
Jumping them fences
They all got my back
And I give them a percentage
I got mad friends in Bentleys
No, no, they're no friendly
All my brothers in Gucci
All my bitches in Fendi
I got mad friends still asking
To me why I'm not fucking
With this criminal life
But I just had to stop
But I just had to stop it

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