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Yeah. Mm. Y'all niggas know y'all can't fuck with me no Aspect. Turn me up. Yeah. Uh, won't hang with rap niggas, Not none. Big Pace, patty on no bun. I don't do this shit for fun, yeah. 'Cause at the end of the day, that's a Hundred done. More realer than them niggas talkin' Down. Difference is they don't talk when I'm around. Difference is I'm the man around town. Difference we eatin' good up at Tao. New bracket, new life, yeah. Don't put me on your list if I ain't Top five. On the grind like twenty-four seven. Still stuntin' 'til they send me up to Heaven. What you talking 'bout if niggas ain't trippin'? How you hear me if you really don't listen? How you feel me if you really can't touch This? Got her suckin' 'cause I told her we Ain't nothin', yeah. All my ice on, posted in The red zone. My city got a lot of Killers, more than Yellowstone. Have your mouth ass nigga put a bib on Him. If I ever roll his bitch, he a Dead soul. If I stand on this bread, ten Feet tall. If I pull the stain out, she Get real dope. Kill her from the back, she Call me King Kong. Wonder if she love this Dick 'fore I was dead broke, nigga. Hm, Yeah. Wonder if she love this dick 'fore I Was dead broke, nigga. Hm, yeah. Uh. Things be different. Hm, Yeah, uh. But does it even matter to me? I don't know. Yeah, yeah. Beat me, niggas gotta get a cheat sheet. I bet Gucci five bands on the receipt. Big Pace, Klay Thompson in the G League. Fifty points 'cause it's really that easy, yeah. And this life that I live something different. Copycats tryna plagiarize the image. I got this money just to fuck around and Spend it. Moms had me just for me to Go and get it, nigga. Can't compete with a G on a bad day. Catch me one-ten in the fast lane. Fat strap make my motherfuckin' pants hang. Get a nigga whacked like "wicked" my last name. That's a shame on the bitch, she couldn't see Real. Bet she sick when a nigga touch eight Mil'. Who them niggas think they is? Who he can't kill? Really from the streets, they Ain't tell you I was a great deal, nigga. Niggas askin' me how I got right here, nigga, 'cause I'm supposed to be right here. Niggas be like, "Damn, bro, you poppin'. How you get so poppin'?" Nigga, I put the Motherfuckin' work in, nigga. I don't do no internet games, I don't do No internet. None of that weird-ass shit, Nigga. I stay out my business and I get To this motherfuckin' cake, nigga. Nigga, niggas come fuck with me on a bad Day, big ol' pace, nigga. AFAM, BHX, nigga. You know Mo, you know the rest. Nigga, free my dawg. My dawg been for a time. We on the way. Yeah, Raisin' Hell, yeah. Uh, 2022 forever, yeah.
AFN Peso — Dead Broke
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