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I’m in this bitch and I’m pressing Accept the homies for who they are, same way they accept me All the shit I accepted might’ve been misdirected Nothing comes easy, it’s hard to deal with rejection Will you still hold it down when I’m passed my prime? Fear of God levels in this design Way before Hit resign, I go the distance slime I had to flood them with packs Gregory Hines with it, my nigga I go till I’m tapped Shuffle a deck of cards, and then I deal thеm flat Put on a record, let off gunshots, then wheel it back I’m a cold front, walk in thе room and you can feel the draft I’m not concentrate juice from a can, I’m a spill of carafe The more the merrier, assorted berries Yellow diamonds on the flip-a-bird finger, it’s pure canary All in the details, make sure the cheesecake isn’t short a cherry Look how many blueberries your muffin has and how many mine has Yours is falling apart, I have nothing I built a underground safe just to store the fetty Slipping in the darkness, some fans thought it was sorta petty How I made observations and broke the game down Six albums with Nas, they thought we was from the same town They forcing my hand, you cannot be stand-up if you in the court on the stand Letras de cancionesShit, I’m down for anything except for abortin' the plan Sitting at the table, steak knife with a fork in my hand Stuck to the script, I never dipped, others forfeit and ran Wait 'til the down was at fourth and then ran Bleeding out, I need this worse than you need it I backflip into the script, don’t need to proofread it Eighty-six to all the bums, I’m in a two seater Hennessy jug with the handle on the two litre If I tell em I'm the shit then I'm arrogant I know a teaspoon from a soup spoon, I’m elegant If this is any part of the Bible, it's the New Testament Everything gon' work out, check out my regiment A&Rs with BBLs and model measurements Man, I'm glad I made my way in this game Sign a new artist, the exec get a crazier chain Trust me, nigga, I don't take none of y'all serious They hand the keys to idiots and all of they affiliates Never go broke, come on now, that's silliness The more that I smoke, the smaller the feeling gets The more the pepper, the spicier the chilli hits Do a hundred plus on a motorbike then wheelie it Evel Knievel stunts How I’m going to make it? Uh Get after me Bass rumble make the needle jump I do inspection I’m in a coupe with the roof naked Two steppin’ on the loop section Fuck 'em, we ball like snow on the bluff And we ain't mixing this one, let's just go with the rough You know the slang bang to the boogie Go insane when I’m jugging, black slacks, chain with the hoodie I can never let them Lenny Cooke me I threw up dust like 'Bron and look at where it took me Palm and trick dice, I’m holding a loaded fist Sunken in a way back, sitting below the tints To kick your ears, I got a few in my arsenal I grew through the obstacles, I’m on my Hugo flow I move like a Boss, you know Oozing with sauce, you know I’m jingling Sprinkle cheese on me, I’m a pasta bowl I’m blowing smoke out the country, nigga, where Rastas grow They question who did the dirty work, we responsible From Letras Mania