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Self made since the twelfth grade, in the shades Sipping lemonade. Nigga I'm paid, relax sensing the Ventilation. So don't call me if the money ain't The conversation. Nigga playing man I'm getting to The paper. Tryna get it fast like a viper. Shoot for the stars like a sniper. Got the block hot as an iron. Niggas in the booth start to fire. Gon' let it bump through your speakers. Head away bump, go tweakers. Just sit back and take a listen. This is history, they should make a documentary. When I die I'ma leave back a legacy. I bet Sleepy mama crying if they hating me. I ain't worried 'bout them, not a problem. I'm focused on my guala. That petty shit ain't worth my timing. At JR tryna kill 'em with the rhyming. Ah. The problems in my life like a blunt. Bitch I'm facing mine. Rap rappers like a Rollie in a trash can, Man. Such a waste of time. Now listen how I get it when I spit It, lyrics vivid. Each verse when I rhyme. Niggas act so tough but be so soft like What? Like they carry a purse with a nine. I'm back on my next level shit. Can you dig it? Like a shovel, like a Rumble off the hip quick. Bullets out the egotistical pistol. Flow just know my loyalty you know. Yeah