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I ain't used to having shit, but I knew Only time will tell. Big Peso. Dropping classics, putting bows up in the Mail. They believing in my greatness like they Trusting near, yeah. Might be hard to see it, but you believe You know it's there. Cool up with my hoe, She love my steez 'cause I be player. Keep it P. Treat my hoes the same, if They get paid, I keep it fair. Moving by my lonely, I don't notice who in Here. Notice Sipping Ace of Spade, we buy that Shit up like it's beer. If it hit the road, jack, you talking racks, Well, then I'm there. Money. On my phone, maps, moving 'round all through Bel Air. Skrrt. Me without my gun, nonexistent, I don't slip. don't about Mob the floor on Me, nigga please, I keep my grip. You just gotta love a nigga, I'm so thorough And I'm so real. I'm so real. Never had no deal, but I ain't tripping, I Make deals. Sign it off. Margarita piss and sparkling water out in the Hills. I never did too much, just enough to touch The mills. Made first record when I was sixteen Years old, man. Hey, man, let me tell you Something, man. Don't let nobody tell you you can't Chase your dreams or do what you wanna do, Man. It's out there for you to get it, Man. See this man out here getting man. We out getting it, putting that faith. Man, it's, uh, you know, man, it's, uh... I don't say how many years later on it Is, but, uh, it's over the years, like, you Know what I'm about, we still look good in This hood, you know talking about? Tabernacle Sanctuary Alligator Souffle. With that new album coming out. I ain't arguing about no bitches, on my mama, That ain't P. Up at six AM, on that Marathon, they sleep. Niggas sleep. That's just how it be. They don't like it, they can leave. They can leave. Never speak on me if it Ain't solid shit they speak. That's a fact. Out in Malibu, ski getting lined Up, Charlie Blends. Five star hotels only, In a Beamer, Bentley, Benz. Never had no friends, nonexistent, just my brothers. Just my brothers. Beating down this bitch, if she Ain't cuffing, I ain't cuffing. I can't To each his own, nigga. If you like it, then I love it. Money bag me please, need that backend if I'm Clubbing. No need for discussion. If you know, you know I'm a hundred. Big Peso for president. If they want it, then I'm running. If it hit the road, jack, you talking racks, Well, then I'm there. Money. On my phone, maps, moving 'round all through Bel Air. Skrrt. Me without my gun, nonexistent, I don't slip. don't that. Mob the floor on me, nigga please, I keep My grip. You just gotta love a nigga, I'm So thorough and I'm so real. I'm so real. Never had no deal, but I Ain't tripping, I make deals. Sign it off. Margarita piss and sparkling water out In the Hills. I never did too much, just Enough to touch the mills. Jeremiah
AFN Peso — Bel Air
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