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Ain’t this what they been waiting for? You ready? Uh uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that, to shine like this Been a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrist Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said “yea, I do” If you want it you gotta see it with a clearer view Got shorty, she tryina bless me like I said hachu Like a nigga sneeze, nigga please for them triggers squeezed I’m getting cream, never let them hoes get in-between of what we started Lil nigga, bottom line hearted They loved me when I was stuck in they head and went out departed I go and get it regardless, draw like I’m an artist No crawlin, went straight to walkin With foreigns in my garage, a foreign bitch is menaging Fucking, sucking and swallowing anything for a dollar They tell me get him a gatto I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil nigga I’m on fire Icy as a hockey ring, Philly nigga I’m flying When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Letras de cancionesThen I bought that new Ferrari, haters rest in peace Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can’t even fit in the parking spot You ain’t talkin bout my niggas, then what you talkin bout? Gangstas move in silence nigga and I don’t talk a lot I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word Was on my grind and then I got what I deserved, fuck nigga Hold on, wait a minute Yall thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin yall thought it was rented Flexing on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach Double M yea that’s my team, Rose the captain, I’m lieutenant I’m the type who can the mean cash, then grind like I’m broke That Lambo my new bitch, she ridin like my Ghost I’m ridin round my city with my hands strapped to my toast Cause these niggas want this dick And I gotta make it back home Cause my mama need that pill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryina take my life, they fuck around, be killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke Go, all I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that’s rollin and I got niggas throwing peas I done digit DO8, I done digit KOD’s Every time I’m in that pitch I get to throw in 30 G’s But now I’m hanging out that drop hand, I’m riding down on collar They let my nigga hurry back home, that young nigga be whilin We young niggas, we mobbing Like Batman and we’re robbin This 2door Maybach with my seat on reclining I’m like real nigga wuddup? Real nigga wuddup? If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy niggas shut up If you get me in your racks I get your pussy ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good Cut me down to MIA, had that heap game on whoop What that pull my life from my feet? Like that little engine I could Boy I slide down to your block, back on 12 o’clock And they be throwin deuces on the same nigga they watch And I’m the king of my city cuz I’m still callin them shots And these lames talkin that bullshit, the same niggas that fly I’m the same nigga from Perch jigga dumb that bitch that lie The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin on me, hoes waitin on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce so heed They gon remember me I say remember me So much money have your friends turn into your enemies And when it’s beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40 and no 10 a key Hold up. Broke nigga turned rich Bloody game like Mitch And if I leave if them dumb pretty hoes gon steal something I did It was something bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I’m gone Whoop! From Letras Mania