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Whoever thought I'd make it far? I bet a few. Everyday scheming, tryna figure Something new. What's the plot? We either robbing, some kill to make it through. Said the streets getting toxic 'cause the suckas Getting loose. Whoever thought I'd make it far? I bet a few. Everyday scheming, tryna figure Something new. What's the plot? We either robbing, some kill to make it through. Said the streets is getting toxic 'cause the suckas Getting loose. Ay, I know you, I know you want this. That's your baby but she call papa when she Want dick. They call me mucho mucho gusto, that's My feng shui. I love it how that thing dangle in your Mood, bae. Get it rockin' off that Henny and That D'USSÉ. I told her, "Shut the fuck up," She like, "You rude, bae." I dropped a Perky In that, ugh, ah. I dropped a Perky in that, ugh, almost blacked Out. Got lil' baby shakin' ass, ooh, Okay. Act the fuck out. I get the Henny from The back and make her tap out. Yeah, you gotta see what that's 'bout. Big the room, I been threw over in the Trap house. Man, where I sell packs out. It ain't no love goin' on, gotta hit the X route. Rips what I'm smokin' on, then I Blew my chest out. I'm too high up in The air, I cannot step down. Oh, you want some smoke on who? Better bring Your best crowd. Whoever thought I'd make it far? I bet a few. Everyday scheming, tryna figure Something new. What's the plot? We either robbing, some kill to make it through. Said the streets is getting toxic 'cause the suckas Getting loose. Whoever thought I'd make it far? I bet a few. Everyday scheming, tryna figure Something new. What's the plot? We either robbing, some kill to make it through. Said the streets is getting toxic 'cause the suckas Getting loose. Hard to make it out the trenches, Mama told me I'm the chosen one. Did it with my niggas, so you know I'm Not the only one. I had a dream but This ain't it. Takin' risks to get that bag, But I just get it how I live. Had to hustle for the cash or either make Them packs flip. This some cold shit, but it Caught up with me real bad in a cold Twist. All them cold nights, I remember, I ain't Own shit. Now I'm on shit, ask how bad, How I want this.