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One at a time, I see you in line, I'm up in the front You're not a dime, you're on the decline, I know you front I know the truth, I see it all, I'm seein' you I'm seein' everything I'm seein' all of the lies just come through I gotta do different shit, I been On the loose since my pen got juice I'm in the system, man, I'm proof That a new age is here, that's truth I got a hit list, I'll list you You doin' business with guess who None other than that GOAT that's Cusa You got a problem, you get bruised One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance Got like 12 bucks From my last LP, well, that sucks 'Til I get wealthy, I'll be fucked Letras de cancionesI'm gonna sell these 'til I'm done You're takin' selfies with your money I'm stayin' healthy with my money Soon as I drop you all go running You ain't important, bitch, you nothin' Gonna free throw like I'm curry You gonna throw your diss like Shaq It's fine though, don't you worry I'm gonna make sure you won't last I shoot my shot like a 50 cal Can't lose my thoughts, little risky, how You choose, you fought full of 50 rounds You cruise on down, feelin' tipsy, drown In bottles full of that whisky, I'm feelin' sober Drinkin' all pepsi, everything's over You in the back seat, I'm in the front Ain't callin' a taxi, I see clear as fuck You ain't original You just a wannabe drinkin' your liquor No fuckin' ability, full of humility You can't imagine how well I can kill a beat One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance (Yuh) Y'all getting famous off of some nonsense First it was TikTok, now it is boxing I want my millions, y'all can be toxic I can get rich just tryna unlock this Let's get some food on the table We gotta get some food for the label I know that all of us grateful That's why I channel my hate To the rest of the world I'ma fester and burrow Gonna test all the ways I connect to the words If you hate my shit, I'ma flip you the bird I'ma clip your wings with a knife and then turn To the darkness, not gonna tarnish All my work with criminal charges Like every other day I'm seein a rapper locked away R Kelly can rot in fuckin' jail We ain't gonna have no more betrayal Y-E-O, we never fail Shit won't be no fairytale Mic is on, forget the diss Typing all my written hits Sights are on with my trigger itch Still wiping off these fingerprints One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance One for the money, two for my tracks Three for more haters and four for more cash Five for my label and six for backlash Seven for all my brethren who takin' my stance From Letras Mania