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(dollaz cook this sh*t up)
(choppin sh*t up like trippy)

stood on all ten
started striking, 2 feet, i was all in
fake love couldn’t see with my ray bans
do this time and come back and i’m a made man
they ain’t jacob, they ain’t rob, was a bad chance
so deep in the streets but i had mad fans
but i got more haters
had to cut some n*ggas off they mad i got paper
they say i pulled some luka sh*t, they say i went traded
mixing oxy with my percs, i been crossfaded
couple bros who bang for pete and they what’s blazin
brown skin, fine sh*t like that’s so raven
n*ggas mad tryna take me off, like n*gga stop hating
you know i came far as h*ll, long way from that county jail
reached my limit on cashapp lil mama so i’ll send a zelle
that ain’t nothing, that ain’t еven trickin that’s just yo hair and nails
came up stealing cars i ain’t еver bust a wells
but i got money like a scammer and that’s on bill
from lithonia not atlanta, let’s be for real
think i broke in every house in hidden hills
i drop a tape that’s half a mill that’s second one of my deal
this sh*t for mama nem, i take care of milan
bro say he finna go to court and i gotta pay his bond
she said he might go back and i’m a bond him out again
knowing that he wrong but sh*t, that’s my twin
he know i got yo back
pull up in a new h*ll charger, i don’t like riding scats
i been hearing rumors that i went broke and sold my scat
and bro nem he’s a rat
dropped a tape, they started screaming like kai cenat just joined the chat
i went up with 8 from a cell, why i’m finna lose it
these n*ggas never wish me well, leave em all clueless
how i made a m when in jail? i hit jackson and got on bandlab, b*tch for real
when i’m not dropping music i’m tryna drop a plane
i ain’t going to geo i want johnny dang
hoe ain’t come get taste and my baby mama came
soon as she catch me cheating she go to acting strange
[outro]
(yea)
she ain’t from buffalo but i still pay her bills
yea and that’s on bill
it’s kinda crazy, i ain’t think i get a deal
from a bump, my first half a mill that sh*t give me the chills
told my mama quit her job but she kept working
tired of strippers i want me a brain surgeon
new maybeezy just to hide behind the curtains
still a smile they never know when i be hurting

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