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No sleep, still drunk off the Jamison. Mind gone, ain't no telling who we hanging with. I'm with my homies in this bitch and ain't Fading it. I hear my nigga around funky on Some flagrant shit. Red pubes, red dickies with the Strange and shit. But keep it bragging, no one's Hating who you banging with. I love my hood, I love my homies, ain't No chasing it. Wago hit me on the government Say we getting rich. I miss my nigga Sean Mac, that was my relative. Pimp nigga, never fuck a hoe, I'm celibate. I hate when niggas get to flexing on some Extra shit. Knowing they softer than some Motherfucking tissue is. Talking money, but who you even getting with? Cutting deals with bitches, giving them percentages. But the bitch chose, so what am I supposed To do? I go and grab the Lou, she Send me two and two. Aye, so what am I supposed to do? What? What? Make money, yeah. So that's what I'm supposed to do. Is that what I'm supposed to do? Make money, yeah. I tell my niggas what they supposed to do. I tell they supposed to do. Making money, Yeah. So that's what I'm supposed to do. Yeah, making money. And I don't need nobody telling me what I'm Supposed to do. I be chilling with my bloods And my locsers too. Sometimes I'm overseas, bicoastal. I can see all you haters bifocal. Aye, I used to wonder how I could make Money. I remember walking round with that fake Money. Trying to juug the China man at the Liquor store. And my big bro used to hit Me with that give and go. So I just Go, and I don't stop. Before I hit the door I grab some chicken Out the pot. Kiss my mama on the cheek Because that's all I really got. My big bro my twin and I still know My pops. My daddy opened up some businesses, Setting up shops. Capture money in the hood, So I gotta give him props. Yeah, aye, so that's what I'ma do. What else am I supposed to do? Make money, break bread, split it with my crew. So what am I supposed to do? What? What? Make money, yeah. So that's what I'm supposed to do. Is that supposed do? Make money, yeah. I tell my niggas what they supposed to do. I tell what they supposed to do. Making money, yeah. So that's what I'm supposed to do. Yeah, Making money, yeah. Listen To me. No money, no candy, no crack. You understand, or dissolve. Lose yourself. Richie Kamara, don't leave, Please. Listen, shh, shh. That girl, you're gonna get that little red-headed Girl, and the both of youse is gonna come Over to my crib. Charlotte? That's right. We're gonna have a nice little party. Understand me? Then I'll take care of you.