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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Finesse. 21. A million dollars don't excite me model bitches Can't entice me Still a street nigga, white Jumpsuit, black Glock, 30 white Nikes Still'll put Them things in a runner crack his head down The middle And I'm certified everywhere I go, I don't need a voucher, I'm official They wanna Stop me like Jeffrey Simmons, I'm from Memphis, I Grew up in Walter Simmons If you ain't from The block, you the opposition If you wasn't sellin' Dope, you was killin', pimpin' Robbin', stealin' Whatever to get it, just get it It ain't Just on me, it's in me, I speak the Truth, I'm the realest I ain't just dedicated, I'm Committed Pull up, white Polo T, Palm Angels sweat, VVS baguettes, they know I was next Locked down Twenty-three hours, one hour rec, look at me now Everything together if I change, I change for the Better Everybody wanna shine with me, but we ain't Stand in the rain together, can't hang together Gucci finessin', these niggas regressin' Call me a Clone, but I call it progressin' I went to Jail and it taught me a lesson I took A burden, turned it to a blessin' Walk out On felons for chasin' the lettuce She tryna finesse Me to get some baguettes Niggas pathetic, diss me And regret it I took the cash and let Them take the credit Life is hectic, keep it Kosher, steady Don't need no medic, Lost in Vegas, I ain't sweaty Picked up a Bag and I ain't petty My niggas rich with Millions, but we felons Your niggas did the Killings, but they tellin' Every time I hit the County, I was sellin' Brother front the pack, I was seven Matter fact, I was in the Seven Jay showin' love, call me Kevin Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend Flava Wop, You on your way to Heaven Gucci pulled up In a 911 Raisin' terror like it's 9/11 Took A nigga weapon without a weapon He screamin' "Help" And knowin' it can't happen