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Niggas gang bang from the million dollar real Estate. I'll pull this pistol out and put it In your face. Just yesterday, last night, we was In a chase. High speed when we left off A hundred and eighth. I'm on the edge, but Really I've been livin' great. Fuck a job, I ain't never did minimum wage. I had a number in prison, I was really A slave. Walked in with my clothes when I Went to bathe. Been gettin' money, can't that many People tell me nothin'. It's on the float, don't Hate, nigga, just let me bubble. Niggas wasn't trippin' back then, they was lettin' Me suffer. We stay shitty for the winter and Flex for summer. On my triple blue MC, I spent a hundred. I'm on the go state To state livin' out of luggage. I'm on the feds watch list, these hot niggas. Walkin' 'round with Ray-Bans that watch niggas. And they askin' questions, but I ain't got no Answers. I don't bang no more, nigga, I'm just A rapper. Damn, nigga, that's worse. They tryna say I'm takin' all my money and Puttin' it back in the turf. Enterprise. We gon' take 'em to the hood. If you with me, then you good. My homeboy the one that shot you. Yes. All we know is violence, where I hang At. Where them ARs and them AKs at. Where they kick down doors and snatch safe's at. Where them gang bangers got holes on a blade At. I chase checks 'til them checks start chasin' Me. I ain't wastin' time on TikTok or IG. Takin' off first class seats, gotta skip town. People lookin' for me for a year and I Ain't been around. Get money, gotta make it real. If you wanna win, then you gotta embrace your Fears. To keep it real, lotta niggas been fake For years. We play grown man games, we don't Play with kids. Niggas trollin', but we goin' for The next level. You can look in my eyes and see that I'm ready. If you wear fake chains, I could Never trust you. Once you cross gang on gang, It's forever fuck you. J, it's your boy Westside Rich Jimmy. Man, you know there's some shit goin' On. I don't know what these niggas out here doin', But we out here gettin' money. It's the clique, man. We run that lake, Man. These niggas ain't even on deck like that. They ain't even built like that. Half you niggas ain't from the hood like that, Nigga. Grow the crib, nigga. Resume the program, nigga. Tie a card.
G Perico, DJ Drama — LA Real Estate
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