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New Celene, Mary jeans, red laser on the beam Got the switchie on the— (Cannon, Cannon) Diamonds dancin' while I'm walkin' out the mansion And I still managed to advance with all these numbers that ain't handsome Label callin', fuck the label, I ain't answer 'em Uh, they can't blackball me, uh, matte-black Ferrari, uh I still get a quarter mill' to snatch back the party, uh Slid in her DM and she hit back, she was smart enough And they say I'm way too, I'm on my racks, I don't talk enough Shot caller, I'm callin' Harden up, like, "Yo, come ball for us" What wе talkin', money or these bitchеs? They for all of us If he ain't talkin' no cash, when he start talkin', they don't talk to us Glizzy in my right-hand, AP in my left-hand I admired the money and Benjamin became my best man She a gold digger, I can see it on her CAT scan 'Rari in the trenches, kids be thinkin' that I'm Batman Superhero status every time I'm out in traffic Niggas movin' backwards, like they try and make me laughin' How can I respond when I got beef with eighty rappers Then you see 'em in the streets and niggas speak, they be cappin', we too active He got shot up by some shit he said in his caption I just seen a R.I.P. post, I don't really be knowin' what happened I'm from Philly, where the young niggas drillin', don't go to classes Swing, you'll get your hands on a MAC, if you get an ambush You'll swing, you'll get your hands some crack, 'fore detention passed me In the hood, they know my homie for shootin', but he had a handle Letras de cancionesCould've been like Ja Morant, so he got a Glock Go tell them niggas they not my opps, I'll go buy they block Nobody move, somebody move, somebody shot I'm rockin' rude, that's silk smooth on a mega yacht With a mega thot that got the same knees as Megan got I said a lot, but I got everythin' I said I got From Letras Mania