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I'ma pull up, at my show Got the dankroll with a pocket full of bankrolls No, chains are not slave, no Django Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo Swear I feel like LL Cool J, 'cause a nigga can't go And ya' a nigga is a fruit, baby, let that mango And he won't give you an M, baby, let that pain go Juice WRLD, or No World I Live in my own damn show Remember back in the days I was stuck in my ways Movin' slow motion, yeah, I had my own xan shoe (Uh-huh) F.N. shoot all of my demons down They can't keep me down (Baow, baow) I was preachin' before, but they seen it, I bet they believe it now Triple nine on my wrist, I'ma flip it to fuck The pastors wife some how Smokin' that green, sellin' that pound Ain't work a day in my life, I was runnin' the town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir See a real ass nigga when I look in the mirror And my glizzy a singer, put Britney to Spears Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for this bread I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, drugs all in my head (Yeah) I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, I been feelin' dead That's on the daily, I'm gettin' high so I don't go crazy in my head Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh) Letras de cancionesMy dirt bikes all fun (Sheesh) Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh) Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah) Black, eleven his back, in the backpack, give me my strap [?] real quick I'ma miss [?] My phone died Yeah I'm finished [?] From Letras Mania