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[Hook] Wait a minute, just you listen To what I've got so say, yeah Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah [Verse 1] I started out wearin hoodies and the knapsack Now I sell them, so you know I get a cash back All leather like a brand new hatchback Silver bullet BMW, they’re yelling past that How did you pass that Test when the rest labels fell faster than a day at Nasdaq Go and ask that Man, he’s standing right there, hundred gram in his hand telling the fans, yeah He’s courteous, never nervous Superbious, hood nigga but he ain’t suburbians I got it all from the killas from the nerdiest Clean mouth niggas to the south where the dirty is All connect to global So when I do shows overseas with my peeps I can show you Plus we set up whatever we call Me and 9th setting every mall You’re wasting time, dawg [Hook] Letras de canciones[Verse 2] When I first came in the game, they said I couldn’t do it So I just grand pu'd it, meaning I brand-newed it Y’all pursued it, you’re still pursuing it I did it, yup, and still doing it Still (?) it, yeah, gets better Like a Cashmere sweater, or it’s last year’s cheddar Duckdown’s ahead of Anybody trying to rap the hip-hop ‘cause it was a wrap when I met her You said hi, she said bye You said why, she said, “I met Beady-Eyed” He’s that guy, crownded, but his head in the sky Anytime he looks around it, then it’s lead in your eye Think it’s a joke? Feel them fo-fo’s arrive This ain’t a game, nah, this ain’t poker’s eyes Oversize, you ain’t even game-affiliated Shit on Worldstar, man, you really made it Buckshot’s created, flows like the hurricane seas And 9th and Buckshot’s smile for no reason You wasting time, dawg [Hook] [Verse 3] I shut down the streets, barricade blocks like What up fella? When you wanna rock? And roll, in my pocket AKA a nine Old school term, mint like condition, I am not (Get it?) I am similar to brown blocks Angelina Jolie shots for shooting around blocks If you see a dot on your head that don’t mean you’re Hindu That mean you’re withdrew First thing on my mind is get mine Break rules with the hammer on my waistline, waste time Screw you? Nah, I bring drills So I forklift money everyday when I eat a mill Remember them skills up in Brownsville That you got nice with, got broke, and broke nice with I remember that like my first arrest 9th, bring in the chorus, give the verse a rest [Hook] [Outro]×2 Don’t play with me, I’m far from a game I got this label shit locked, bars in a chain You might see me, but I’m far from your lane I’m the bullet with the shot, y’all just the stains From Letras Mania