| [00:42.28] | Y'all ****** lookin' like money; ching-ching |
| [00:46.46] | Light shine, starin' at your wrist; bling-bling |
| [00:49.12] | Lightweight J.I.D., get drunk off a Yuengling |
| [00:51.79] | Let that thing sing, sing, sing, send him to Sing Sing |
| [00:54.42] | But I ain't got time for no jail time, no |
| [00:57.07] | Pick them shells up, let 'em cool down, blow |
| [00:59.80] | Pull up to your big ass crib like ("Hello?") |
| [01:02.29] | Nobody here? Y'all ready to go? |
| [01:05.12] | I got division like Mansa Musa |
| [01:07.46] | Can **** your ***** like a barracuda |
| [01:10.18] | Uzi tooly Boolie, who the shooter? |
| [01:12.98] | Yeah, it's not mine, cause I forgot the ruger |
| [01:15.43] | Never been a gangster, |
| [01:16.52] | I'm riding with my seatbelt on, |
| [01:18.01] | Tryna drive and roll up all of this **** in my palms |
| [01:26.20] | Twenty-five to life, it all started with a coca leaf |
| [01:29.36] | I swear i been the ****** this not how its supposed to be |
| [01:31.83] | ****** spent the bend and shot at everybody close to me |
| [01:34.49] | And they killed my ***** T, dome shot, R.I.P |
| [01:37.14] | ****** killing ****** I ain't even get the notion |
| [01:39.80] | They out here catching bodies and a ***** ain't provoke em |
| [01:42.43] | Oh ****, guess I need to pick me up a strap now |
| [01:45.04] | Nowadays, ****** dont even know how to act (Bow) |
| [01:47.96] | Run to the hills to avoid the high waters |
| [01:50.36] | They flooded the crops, kill pops, they tryn done us |
| [01:53.07] | They Marshawn Lynch with the Glock, they ran rumpus |
| [01:55.77] | Dunk us, Jordan signs seen clear when they stomp us |
| [01:58.52] | Sick of Atlanta, I hit my girl, then flew to Dulles |
| [02:01.09] | Bumping Dwele, dwelling on the past they ain't tell us about |
| [02:04.05] | All we do is accept they ******** they sell us |
| [02:07.56] | Okay! |
| [02:09.09] | ****** ain't talking how they living |
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