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Before I got money, I was in the trap kicking doors, and I'm just being honest (I'm honest) If you want smoke, then we cook niggas up like a omelette, I'm just being honest (Cook 'em) Throw me a 60 if I go to Magic or Onyx, I'm just being honest (60) I keep a stick or a blicky in case it get sticky, I'm just being honest She know that I'm wit' it, I'm having this chicken, it's tricking, I'm just being honest Who really getting it? Be honest Posture be giving? Be honest She red like a pint, I got racks in the bank, and these bitches be hooked like Phonics I'm upping my rank 'cause I got niggas spanked, nigga, shh, death or dishonor I think these niggas forgot where I came from 'cause I got mansion and mansions with lake fronts I pull up Porsche'ing, I think I'm James Bond, bitch, I got choices, this shit look like crayons Turn into smoke, it's no bygone, no bygone Niggas be biting, they biting like Tyson Niggas got sticks, got Glocks, we ain't fighting Start up a war, then it startup a riot Shoot at the club and then shoot at ya patna Then shoot at ya block and then shoot at ya house Feeling like Bobby, this my prerogative I catch a opp, cut his tongue out his mouth I go to Saudi, they send a jet and 2 million To hear them words come out my mouth Gold on my fangs, bitch, I'm from the South Fuck 'round and die trying to get you some clout Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Letras de cancionesLet the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor I put a million dollars in two pockets I pay all the lawyers, free 'em out the docket Sleeping and dreaming, talking to the rocket He told me go up, I told him that I got 'em Go Saint Laurent, Vetements is what I'm rocking Yellow the stone, the booger looking snotty Walk in that bitch, I'm standing tall, I got it I got it, uh I pick up a stick, aim at the heart Pick up a blitz, pick 'em a part I feel like a pit, but all bite No bark, quit the remarks Lil' bitty bullet, it glow in the dark Unlimited pool when attacking the target I'm tagging the toe and I tatted somebody I'm breathing fire, burning, dragon somebody If he ain't the homie, I promise a homi' Just hand me the hammer and get right beside me I hop in the ride, inside is a hemi' The coppers behind me, the timing is shitty, fuck Why niggas shooting at Ricky? No running back 'n forth, we clapping at 50 He cracking the 40, I'm back in the city I'm headed to war, only warriors with me Lord forgive me through whatever endeavors It's J-I-D, baby, I'm just a few letters Take a look, I'm 'bout to break a record Put me in the books, I'm bound to beat the level All about the effort, I'm putting in legwork Early in the morning counting money till my head hurt Niggas being funny, we can put 'em in a red shirt 5 in ya chest like you Ant-Man Edwards Live and direct, live in the flesh I manifest every dollar sign I could collect I could look in the face of a threat but never switch, you sweet Get outta streets with niggas doing a sweep Swap rides, I'm bringing a switch, so switch seats Mob ties, coming with keys, you Swizz Beatz Cops firing and niggas is rapping and eating cheese Another day on the East, make 'em fall to they knees Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor From Letras Mania