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The entourage. Uh-huh. It's out all night. EVN. My nigga double L's. Uh, uh. Mikey Joe made this You niggas tryna get fly, I'm tryna stay free. Financial stability the main key. All the ninety-nine problems couldn't break me. I still made it off the rock, I felt Like Jay-Z. If she an eight or below, She ain't the main squeeze. And all you're gonna see is tape when the Eight squeeze. They gon' take something else if they Don't take heed. Shot him by the tape two And told him take three. I had reasonable doubt as my intro. You swing around with ill matics, say you involved. Heard they ran off on the plug by the Tenth load. All this stress why I need my Money tenfold. I took a chapter out the mob page. One gaze, two bodies on the front page. And we don't do it for the likes or The blog page. All I need is one mic And one stage. Was bagging up the thug motivation 101. And when it's frying, we don't wait 'til the Summer comes. Me and Luger, we like Sincere and Tommy Buns. You like the semi-auto Ruger, I'm a Tommy Gun. Done a thousand and eight All one-on-ones. And I can't watch my darg fight, Ain't no one-on-ones. Only loves for my mums 'til my honey comes. Niggas think they Son of Sam, I'm the Son Of Son. I'm still outside where it's treacherous and Deadly. Niggas getting robbed like the first scene In Belly. Was stunting 'round the walls, he got Ate for his skelly. All we know is wet Play, you best bring your wellies. Was drawing opposition out on the storyboard. And you can check the headcount, stay on the War report. Had to give the cat something they Ain't saw before. Stepped on it two times, It was raw before. I ain't tryna leave the house if it don't Make prof'. Was acting like they Beanie Mack, Now they stay propped. I was present when the Cereals got scraped off. You get my Migos off, set these rockets, take Off. I'm with the niggas flying birds or the Vultures. You did it for the clout, I do It for the culture. You ever seen a cowboy Without a holster? You either end up on a Shirt or a poster. I spit yayo, collect pesos. My drive like something from rodeos. Revolver with the smudge, couch potato. Some say tomato, some tomato. I came from higher learning, call me Plato. Still with the same niggas from the gravel. One grabbed the hammer whilst the other grabbed the Handle. Hopping out the bush wearing camo. I ain't ever slipping even when I'm wearing sandals. Me and this iron like Tony Stark. Rolling loud backstage, still rolling dark. Came up with one twenty Z's and an old Dart. Saw my first two birds, call it Noah's Ark. Saw my first two birds, call it Noah's Ark. Saw my, saw my first two. Saw my first two birds, call it Noah's Ark.
Youngs Teflon — Plato
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