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That nigga Benji Boomin'. Pardon me out of the trenches but I still Be in the streets for all them bitch-ass niggas. Come on. For all them bitch-ass niggas. Yeah. Whatever, man. The jewelry and cars, you know it ain't no Changing me. I ain't chasing no broad 'cause I'm That money chase me. Take a look at the stars, I bet you Get a glimpse of me. Pardon me out of The trenches, but I still be in the streets For all them bitch-ass niggas. I don't wanna talk 'cause I been really in My thoughts lately. Like how the fuck life woulda been if Big Philz ain't make it. I ain't tryna rock beef with no nigga, I Am not Slim Shady. Type to pop out, tryna go slam out, what The fuck you saying? Black out every day, no Boot bags, slide through, turn a nigga to a Half savage. One shot this way, this your ass, Clean nigga, we ain't giving out no passes. And on my way pop my shit, they used To put me last. Like I had no future 'cause I used to Show out in class. And I can't lie, this Life fast, GTA, don't mind to crash. Put a box on the back my Glock in Case they trailing on my ass. Some old flash, the toolie went straight out the Whip. it don't hit you, bet you crash. Put BBs on my team before I leave the Scene. Everybody in the room remember me. Young nigga from the bottom, when you see him, You see is green. Remember going months without a Mask, Gucci on my feet. Won't say word, throw my mask on, them Glock Hop out and creep. Without the jewelry and cars, You know it ain't no changing me. I ain't chasing no broad 'cause I'm that money Chase me. Take a look at the stars, I Bet you get a glimpse of me. Pardon me out of the trenches, but I still Be in the streets. Yeah, for all them bitch-ass niggas, You heard me? Yeah, for all them bitch-ass niggas. No ammunition for them missions, Tryna T-shirt nigga. Remember hitting the block dope and I socked the Mattress with swishers. Ain't no eating, where the liquor? Fucking hoes and vacant houses, woo, wow, when we Was little. Granny house, just me and Trap, scheming Up plans to get richer. Then I go post on the east side at Ray Mitch, kill the smile, love all of my Niggas. Look, boy you better not touch him, uh. See something wrong, I'm clutching, my adrenaline Get to rushing. Black out and get to busting, Tryna put something on the oven. They know Philza a big dog, them niggas seen Me come from nothing. They saw me go put It in the ground, I was rushing. To be honest, bust seal just come with time. All these diamonds don't mean nothing, plus I'll Show you I ain't lying. I could disable my Insta stop rapping right now. I'll still make sure my people straight 'cause they My only job. Without jewelry and cars, You know it ain't no changing me. I ain't chasing no broad 'cause I'm that money Chase me. Take a look at the stars, I Bet you get a glimpse me. Pardon me out of the trenches, but I still Be in the streets. Yeah, for them bitch-ass niggas, You heard me? Clan business, you heard Yep, Bitch. Ayy, huh, for all you bitch-ass niggas, You heard Ayy, for all you bitch-ass niggas, You heard me? Ayy, for all you bitch-ass niggas. For all you bitch-ass niggas. Pussy. Huh