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West but, man, I fuckin' love my clique
Put everything on the line for 'em, won't think about the risk
I just wanna say, man, shoutout my cousin Nick,

the kitchen whip it 
Stacking up money counting by the minute
Birds I get em in and I flip it
You talking bout digits I made a quarter ticket
Hard in the paint

Conflicted don't know this gon matter
I know I got some niggas in the H getting old
Not physically I mean in the mind yeah
Tried to put em on some airborne

can't believe you couldn't stay true
You left me betrayed
Acting all two faced
I look back on our love like a fool who got played
The days just flew by

a jet we gonna fly
I got diamonds
All up in my watch
Yeah double cup
Filled up yeah
Yeah brand new gucci
Yeah just bought yeah
Like a Weston .45
They

coming straight outta the end of the west side
So I still gotta sleep wit a gun by the bedside
That girl so wet she took me on a boat ride
Slick Rick put

back
Gucci to Givenchy
Yea you know that Rugga on me
Leave em toe tagged
I'm feeling righteous

I've been out all day
Screaming out slatt when they test

really say shit
When I see em it's fake hand shakes and smiles on they faces
I Put that metal to they mouth no braces
Sneak dissing and talking on a don

Nothings played by the book only thing get read is green
Make sure the fam Gucci double g that
Its feeling like the modern day juicy I can see that
It’s

the G code where they throwing up the C code
23rd division born and raised out by the Ghe-O (Kip)
And now we sitting, lovely
Like we was never hungry
Just

super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling

in the mind yeah
Tried to put 'em on some airborne
Flight cross the country for the grind
Oh by yourself that's the journey that's the game
I gotta fix

chicken for a min but ain't new to broke
Closet at the brib
Look like Louie and the Gucci store
Can't be real around fake issa disadvantage
If you ain't

think im hella groovy
I just put that dusse in my wock im tryna make a smoothie
Im tryna buy a planet
Someone call up nasa feel like lil uzi
Need a world

I've been running naked miles, I put my skin in the game
They talk a lot about their woes but I make music from pain
These rappers calling me

to the chicle
Stick to the grind and put on the guys
Close down the mall prestige arrives
Break out the bands they fitting our size
6823 South Wabash all my life

Back with another one
Sye K, T.V
Uh, where you at
What's up, time to burn 'em up
T.V. shit
Uh
Bitch I been couped
Like it's a two seater yeah you

a cream puff
She wanna fuck cuz I got them racks
Pull up, we flippin' 'em stacks
Remember pullin' up with them rags
Now I fly high like a flag
I done make

slow for that 
Pay me what it is cuz u owe me that 
Hold it down that's what big bro told me put on for da homies 
I been rockin Gucci like it's Zara H&M

on this Henny
So I’m trippin like I’m Steve-O
Feel like Deebo
Put the flick up on the Vevo
If a nigga get to tripping
Then we cross em out like Tebow
Gucci

in a cage so I can rot away 
Or be they Slave but I'm like fuck em I am not a ape
And I ain't got a cape
Can't play ya hero 
Multiplying this paper is

Pull up to Gucci wit bro tell him dive in
My flow is so crazy need me an asylum
Put my dirty money in a Louis V duffle
I get the bag then I make that

I ain't feeling niggas they out they lane
Been me and killa since 23
But I got the family feeling like the Wayans
In a V8
Might put the pen down

alche in my system so I'm tryna dodge the popo
Gonna have six rings when I touch down
Diamonds dripping off my chains like some gun rounds
Gonna put your