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Yeah. Okay. This for them fur coat niggas and the V12 Engines. Playing the DMV, she did well in Virginia. I'm a real live fiend, you can tell that I sent her. She was still nineteen, Was twenty-four, I remember. I hit the Blade in 2010, that's 'round when Seymour was hittin'. I really laugh at some of These niggas who still call theyselves pimpin'. That's your girlfriend, nigga, don't try to act like It's different. My hoes I barely even fuck, They never been to my residence. I'm in that 5.0, but still got me the Lexus. GS 350, twenty-two on them inches. I hang out every day like I'm still in The trenches. But when I moved out to Harlem, I was out on them benches. With them project niggas, sniffin' powder and Drinkin'. Got my own Saint Laz, Go up on Two-Fifth and get it. Few doors down from Cap City on the corner Of Lennox. It's true, yeah. Shout out to all my uptown niggas, though. BB on 130th. Yeah. My nigga Shawn Cross. Yeah, yeah. You know what it is. Yeah, yeah. Late nights, we was gettin' it. Yeah, yeah. Shout out my nigga Shaheed. Yeah, yeah. Nigga really held me down when I Came out here. Yeah, yeah. Put me on to some real money. Yeah. Shout Yeah. Still rappin' still writin' you a fuck out, Bitch-ass nigga. Evil as it get, you know that money what I'm gon' chase. Jump inside the whip, She suck my dick, said, "This how God taste." Gen5 Glocks will ever get into an arms race. Two police cars tryna get behind me, We gon' all race. Problems on my back, but I'ma smile up in Y'all face. Can't pace myself. Bitch, I hit the play so much, her face Gon' melt. Wear the pants inside my family early, I ain't make no belt. Type of shit they puttin' on these records really Made for sales. This class for real, I went To hell for the weekend on the getaway. On my Manny shit, tryna call a play. Fifty K like, "Fuck last week." What you did to get some chips today? These niggas hit that precinct, get to talkin' like They Ricky Lake. Lane switchin', only feel I make It when the hate bigger. All I ever needed was some hustle and my Main niggas. Global gang, I just can't leave the Gang 'til I see eight figures. Only tryna talk with me the ways to get It made quicker. Sick in the head. Now you really is home when I kick that Fuckin' door down. Never needed a show and this bitch don't even Know what pill it is. She still wanna do it. LA with two white hoes. Born black like it's Clueless, eyes to the roads. Pounds with some O's, we still gon' move it. They ain't gon' put me in them orange clothes, My lawyer still Jewish. Reputation precede me, this shit is more than Just... My reputation precede me, This shit is more than just music, nigga. Stop fuckin' playin' with me, man. You know who it is, you know who the Fuck it was, man.