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gon' see that we winning
Gettin' money, lil' baby, you can see I ain't pretending

Threw the set down in his pic, now his body is missing
Ayy, fuck that,

time you magic
I done scoped the whole game
I could jug John Madden
Still sleeping on carpets till
I'm fly like Aladdin
All this shit by choice see
It's

I've been waiting
for some reason
Sitting here too long
All I feels the
Passing seasons
Barely hanging on
There is comfort
in the darkness
There is

'll flash out on a nigga, with no pole
Let him finger fuck my bitch, before he play around with my soul
I say this chest game pushin' up, he empty, fill him

I got an uncle but he really is my cousin
We on the gulf eating oysters by the dozen
Married to the game, lord u know I love it
Hard times dollar

'm up
These other niggas knocked
These other niggas suck
But i'm much more bright
I keep the game tight
That pistol by my side
I'm high
I'm fly
I glide
M

like a 40 cal
Chase the bigger dream tryna figure it out
I need two straps by my side give me support like a Gucci purse
I want a crib two mortgages rent

When I
Look up
You always by my side
Plus I love
How you always down to ride
With no question
The type to pull up to them hoes
And start flexin'

Maybe we can find it
I'm just lookin for a lil recreation
Tryna find the equation
This long divide got me feelin impatient
It's been a while since I got

I was down bad I had to lift it by my damn self
People talked about me but I never had no damn help
Rollin up da runts I gets to blowin like a fan

go getters (Go getters)
I'm with some real go getters (Go getters)
Know they gone step (Yea)
Keep a dirty stick right by they side but stay clean like

'm on some cool stuff somebody told me to stop, I'm working
Aah niggà you blind you don't see the vision
I'ma pull up in your crib , and give your lil sister

elevate team be
Hella straight
Gone wit yo feather weight ways and
I'm back wit the gang
Winning by the minute yall gonna
Celebrate
What's good no

the whispers are Chinese
I'm the lean little yute in the white tee
Lil Uzi yeah I think that like they me
I don't makeup money like Kendall and Kylie
But girls

well before it dries
Clock is ticking, no surprise 
Face always glaring at my eyes

I could never stay in line
A steady rebel by design
Not a saint, I

huddling—lil bro calling the play
I missed the block
He got hit
We lost the game
I felt shame
Never let my bro down again
I vowed it—endowed with a voice to cry

my money and that’s that
I aint ballin, I hustle I stack cash
Then I spend a lil sumn jus so I can make it back
Now what you know about that
See I can

thinking he slept in
All these young niggas steady dying for fame
Yo OG a bitch, that nigga never put yo ass on game
As I look in my reflection, reflectin

the game like Alan Parish
Applied tariffs on all the goods that you pedal
Take the combined average
And, put us side by side
See I'm divine savage
Aye

boys weird on the net acting for attention man you need a life check and lil bitch
Why you acting like I need you
You don't pay my bills you not with me

by ya side
I know ya nigga never do you right
So let a nigga come and do you right
Do you really love can u even love
Why u always gotta hate

to my throwbacks
Plotting on this life and how I'm trying to enjoy that
I built me a nice lil' something all off of taxes
Yea you know that's legal homie

was smokin hella free
Lil mama she a freak but she don't like my friends
When they in the room we be fuckin
Niggas get mad niggas call her a hoe
But I

the womb been smacking mothafuckas 
It's a couple pussy niggas that's talking like they wanna throw down
I'm finna chirp my nigga, "'Yo"lil bitch it's bout