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Yeah, I'm a made nigga, self-made nigga. Always been a hustler, all I know is get Paid, nigga. Yeah, you know my name is on My waist, put it in your face, nigga. I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, nigga. Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still Hang with gravediggers. Yeah, you know what's up, a multi-million dollar Gang, These niggas, they be gossiping like bitches, I can't hang with 'em. And I ain't got No feelings, I will pop you like a painkiller. Pop, Nigga, I'm hard body, why would I talk Pillow? You know I got that iron on me, Yep, I got that skillet. And I ain't never hidin', if it's yellow then I'm in it. And ten times out of ten, Best believe I got it whippin'. I just got the drop, my young niggas tryna Spin it. Yeah, let me squeeze triggers, Got some lemons in my pinted, yeah. I ain't worried 'bout another nigga, I handle Business. Yeah, you bleed like I bleed, nigga, You want it, you can get it. What's up? Yeah, I'm a made nigga, self-made nigga. Always been a hustler, all I know is get Paid, nigga. Yeah, you know my name is on My waist, put it in your face, nigga. I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, nigga. Yeah, I'm a made nigga, self-made nigga. Always been a hustler, all I know is get Paid, nigga. Yeah, you know my name is on My waist, put it in your face, nigga. I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, nigga. I won't do shit behind your back, it's in Your face, nigga. Yeah, you know they call me Glock and that G stand for gangster, nigga. Yellow everything I rep, that fire, you know I'm Bangin', nigga. Racks stuffed in my gallery, Jeans lookin' like some wranglers, nigga. You know ain't shit change, nigga, just couple my Chains bigger. You tryna get paid? Yeah, I'm tryna do the same, nigga. I be ballin' hard just like Melo with the Braids, nigga. And you can ask anybody 'bout me, They'll say, nigga. Yeah, I'm a made nigga, self-made nigga. Always been a hustler, all I know is get Paid, nigga. Yeah, you know my name is on My waist, put it in your face, nigga. I'm cutthroat to the bone, don't call me slime 'cause I ain't no snake, nigga. Yeah, I ran it up, but somehow I still Hang with gravediggers. Yeah, you know what's up, a multi-million dollar Gang, nigga. These niggas, they be gossiping like Bitches, I can't hang with 'em. And I ain't got no feelings, I will pop You like a painkiller. Painkiller. Get the bags.