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It's like the military You see soldiers marchin' With orders to knock it out the park And we all about this money (Yeah) And it’s all about this money (Oh, yeah) Yeah, you know we 'bout to run it And you know we 'bout to run it Yeah, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (State lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (For the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (For the Mets) YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (The 'jеcts) I'm applying pressure, I see why she prеssed (Why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (My last breath, yeah) I'm bigger than algorithms if I'm being direct Used to play McGruff, freestyles on cassette Patties and cocoa bread, skunk trees from the dread While the D's and the Feds watching Before New York had Bloods, before L.A. had Suge Before the South had Percy Miller or Thug I was home reading a book, top speed, probably a blunt A can of Sprite, and a chopped cheese, now it's hamachi Letras de cancionesI ain't commercialized, how can they stop me Got two fists up in the air, top of the steps like Rocky Tired of picking up clothes, I got a personal shopper Got a Grammy, got an Emmy, next a Tony or Oscar, yeah Yeah, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (State lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (For the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (For the Mets) YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (The 'jects) I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (Why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (My last breath) And we all about this shmoney And it's all about this money (Yeah) Yeah, you know we 'bout to run it And you know we 'bout to run it Ayo, I just landed, Richard on my right hand Forty on my nightstand, hundred on my left pinky Billion of y'all wanna be me, told shorty come and see me Bring a friend, 'cause I'm greedy, bought her a bag, double CC Political correctness, hecklers are more respected than the one giving the message on stage, it's messed up We can't say anything without offending So now my mouth is in the jailhouse with cases pending First Amendment, you replaced it, rigged it Dumbed it down is not an option Some of it I understand, take the power from me, that's the bigger plan Modify, try to stop it I'ma ride , keep hittin' (Yeah), keep pitchin' I'm colossal, can't stop my survival Just landed, AP on my left wrist Tell shorty come bless this, had a bad one in Texas Unbothered, well rested, bad one at Essence We brung it back to the essence Got the verse done, 'bout to text Hit Yeah, yeah, I get it 'cross state lines (State lines) King's Disease, going KD, going Trey 5 (Trey 5) All net like I'm starting for the Nets (For the Nets) Base to base, I might suit up for the Mets (For the Mets) YG's, OG's, represent the 'jects (The 'jects) I'm applying pressure, I see why she pressed (Why she pressed) When she with me she GloRilla, FNF (FNF) N-A-S, I'm steppin' 'til my last breath (My last breath) And we all about this shmoney Yeah, you know we 'bout to run it (Yeah) And you know we 'bout to run it Run it up Yeah, yeah Hit-Boy, Esco Tony Fontana Let's go What's up? From Letras Mania