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Uh, uh (What the fuck) Uh Ayo Diamonds in a long cable, Palm Angels Firearm spray you, make pay and pray everyday I'll smoke anyone on your label (You n***** trash) This pure cocaine, your shit K2 I married the game, got a 'K and a tailor made suit (Uh-huh) Racin' the Mercedes, space coupe, I'm red-linin' (Skrrt) Everything aligned, you can say it's divine timin' On time, when he gave me one twenty-five on consignment (That work) I bagged it up on a cover of Vibe, crime was the assignment Keep a Glock, culture cipher, my mind on refinement My white boy'll light you n***** up like Luka Dončić (Boom, boom, boom) Rock the low high tech suits, sellin' users product My shoes is Prada, losers got nada wins in mi casa (None) [?] hold your own and God'll bless you Prayed to our father, but, he was never there to encourage my next move Figured it out, now I'm superior My North Face x Supreme Denim Tear jeans, next to me you're inferior (Uh-huh) Got my funds servin' up all the fiends in the area Designer drugs, I sniffed a big line off the mirror up Bottom-feeder bum ass n***** never compare to us They always be trapped, solo and even when y'all pairin' up (Y'all n***** washed) The kicks I wear a rack a pair and up Letras de cancionesIt's deeper than rap, we racketeers on rapid squares, ain't no fear in us Made some paper, but, I swear to God, it's nowhere near enough (Nah) Tryna run it up like Warren Buffet, Elon Musk (Uh-huh) All Rothschild, New York's foul, get knocked off for talk A brick of soft, a broad, gang shit, all fall out Actions speak louder, the softest n**** is all mouth Got more plugs than a power strip, I never saw drought (Never) Golden trap phone and a rapper head on my wall mount This the crack they smokin' until they teeth fall out (Haha) Ninety-nine attributes the other one is God (God, n****) I trapped for loot, they thought I wouldn't ever make it far (Fuck you) I went from back of the paddy wagon to foreign cars (Skrrt) Life is ill, hundred-dollar bills cover my scars From Letras Mania