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This is the remix Used to believe that church, Church wasn't sellin' any dreams, I was sellin' work Pressure Pressure I apply pressure Pressure I can't Fuck her, I finesse her Pressure Glock 19 come With suppressor Put your baby daddy ass on a Stretcher The top hundred Scary Miss Rosie, Miss Rosie, Miss Mary Scary Tell her my miss Mom is Donna Scary Donna, Miss Rosie, Miss Mary, I'm at the top and it's- Scary, scary Call the geeky, it's a birdie nigga, Chirp, chirp, chirp Wasn't sellin' any dreams, I was sellin' work, work Under, under bucket, never Gettin' blurk, blurk, blurk, blurk Keep ten toes in The dirt, dirt All these tattoos on my body Like a shirt, shirt You niggas too short, saw Him blow the whistle on the court Old school Rifle came equipped with a fork Champagne Glock Knock off a nigga, knock off a nigga cork Scary Nigga got a church gang, we don't play Sports I was throwin' gang signs on Auntie Mary's Porch Baby boy Nigga, fuck before This ain't no Toy, this will take your life Try to ride A dope man if he don't take this price A lil' ten gauge shotty, can you take that Twice? Creep down a nigga block with the fog Lights I was cattin' on them bitches all them Dark nights 'Fore they leavin' dog fighters Brodie We go for all right We go for all Right Back against the wall, middle finger to the Law like Nigga, fuck them hundreds Tryna get the Blower in the club, tuck it under My bitch Like Stevie Wonder, she don't see you niggas Pressure I apply pressure If I can't fuck her, I finesse her Glock 19 come with suppressor Put Your baby daddy ass on a stretcher The top Hundred Scary Miss Rosie, Miss Rosie, Miss Mary Scary Tell her my miss mom is Donna Scary Donna, Miss Rosie, Miss Mary, Miss Mary Scary I'm At the top and it's-Scary, scary Five-by-two, Five-by-two four, walk by the hotel I got the Addy for the package in the mail I don't Do broke and I don't do jail I could Catch a gun charge and still post bail Ooh, Your best friend might tell Ayy, Wave this Glock around in case I spill Nigga Got eight ball and went ape Mama trippin' I said, fuck the hood, Too much politickin' I ran down on him with A wallet missin', chain missin' He wanna fight for It until his brain missin' West side bitch and My main kissin' Player shit, I told him, "Wave the shit" Jesus piece, I fuckin' pray to It Boy stressin' out I wasn't stressin' no bitch, I was steppin' out Karate chop the coke'll show You what the tech about The devil wanna grow, Need a second crop Look, hear me out If You a drug dealer, what you do on them Days it drought? I buy outfits and doggone and Lay 'em out Niggas like roaches, they come in Your crib, just spray 'em out I brought another Nigga with him blood, lay him out Fuck the Struggle, I'm glad that I made it out Shoot You, nigga, what you thought? We was gon' fade It out I eat shrimp and steak, ain't nothin' To complain about I'm talkin' caviar straight goin' Up my snout Watch a fuck nigga, he might Kill you for some clout Fuck it around and Have you standin' by your bitch Have you ever Felt how it feel to really be rich? I be curvin' bitches, baby mama threw the pitch Arsenic rifle that I want just for suspense See Him try to book it, the Remington go through The fence Nigga died for the chain 'cause to Me it make sense I got my woadie waitin' On me just to pay his rent Ayy Fuck the feds, it's worth the time, all The money I spent I watched my mama go Broke, pop let me vent Dear mama, My mama ain't here, she somewhere bent Memories of Demon ice Mama set it off like Jada Pinkett He gave her life I was in a foster Home with a head full of lice And I Was freezin' inside, my soul had a price But I told the devil if he want it, roll The dice Lettin' Wendell and Thompson go was a Sacrifice Started coughin' on the cop when he read My rights No longer to church 'cause the reverend Nice Two oriental bitches on the back rice Pressure I apply pressure If I can't fuck her, I finesse her Glock 19 come with suppressor Put Your baby ass on a stretcher The top hundred Miss Rosie, Miss Miss Mary Scary Tell her my Miss mom is Donna Scary Donna, Miss Rosie, Miss Mary, Scary I'm at the top And it's- Scary Uh, uh, Uh, Uh Put that on God, man, these niggas is soft Niggas is opps, man, niggas is soft And I Go hard and I put that on moms And Always go blessed 'cause a nigga been strong And It's always 'bout business, just playin' my part If I ever said I loved you, then came from The heart Any niggas can't see 'cause they play In the dark And it's always bang Kells 'cause I came from the park, nigga So don't ever Get it twisted, drugs in my system might end Drugs in my system might end up in prison Kill all witness just to lighten my sentence My Brother, my sister, the reason I live this Wait For the gate, get the cake, then escape, nigga Cut the grass, see the snakes 'cause they fake, Nigga Get it now 'cause you know I can't Wait, nigga I'm a real one, never catch a Break, nigga Tryna be a great nigga in the Jungle full of apes, nigga Watch what the fuck You say, nigga Or I might just end up Where you motherfuckin' stay, nigga So don't play, Nigga, no games, nigga Pressure I apply pressure If I can't fuck her, I finesse her Glock 19 come with suppressor Put your baby daddy ass On a stretcher The top hundred