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Yeah, All the way to-Beat that motherfucker boy. Yeah. Uh. Yeah. Still big dog, nigga. Yeah. Uh. Y'all don't wanna see me shine. Uh. Shit ridiculous. Yeah, uh. They be hating but I only do my job. My job. In this life, you gon' eat or You gon' starve. You gon' starve. Niggas mad, but what they want me to do? Give up rapping, hit the block again, and be Like you? You sound foolish. Icy-ass wrist make her pussy get juicy. Feeling like the man, you a fan, I could Prove it. Subbing on the Gram wishing Pace Entertained it. I gave y'all the real me, this Not no entertainment. Plus it pays well, Yeah. I keep money for my bail, yeah. But I don't wanna see a cell, nigga. I know y'all feeling how I feel, yeah. Relating to the streets something easy for me 'cause I was running through these streets, just me and My heat. Feel like you wanna jump, then go 'head, nigga, leap. I was cold with no coat, Tied, shaved me a sheep. I'm something different. Riding with a killer with a Stick and it's ignant. He never was gang, he just claim us like The bitches. I hate these niggas more than I Hate doing dishes. Tryna ride this wave, it's not Dope, that shit ridiculous. ridiculous. Uh, Tryna ride this wave, it's not dope, That shit ridiculous. That shit ridiculous. Yeah, Should be ashamed of yourself. Yeah. Doped up. I stay Polar Bear froze up. Icy-ass wrist with the thirty-eight nose tucked. Yeah. You lost your homie, well, that was your Luck. Shoulda told his ass, "Stop acting so tough." Showing up, they know that I'm here for real Reasons. I made some mistakes, ain't break, just More seasoned. I woke up to three hundred K And wasn't dreaming. They fucked my bitch to that Future, know the meaning. Okay. If it ain't wock, then I ain't leaning, Nigga. If it ain't the top, then I ain't Ceiling. Bitch, you a regular charger, you not a Demon, nigga. I speak the real, don't need no Remix, nigga. It say F on the rims, but I'm on G shit, yeah. On I'm swerving the foreign, don't need no keys In it, yeah. Came in with my ice and I'm gon' leave in it, yeah. If you ain't ready to die, then you shouldn't Be with us. We coming back to cool with My niggas, it's all reds. He talking like he like that, he leaving with All this. Yeah. I took it to the telly, We fuck and we don't kiss. Uh-uh. I cut these bitches off for doing some Small shit. Smack a homie up for doing some Broad shit. shit. You know we came from the Bottom, but now we balling. Yeah. They be hating, but I only do my Job. my job. In this life, you gon' eat Or you gon' starve. You Niggas mad, but what They want me to do? Give up rapping, hit The block again, and be like you? You sound foolish. Icy-ass wrist make her pussy get juicy. Feeling like the man, you a fan, I could Prove it. Subbing on the Gram wishing Pace Entertained I gave y'all the real me, this not No entertainment. entertainment, entertainment, Entertainment. Nigga. Gave y'all the real me, this Not entertainment. Pussy.
AFN Peso — Entertainment
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