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f*ck being rich, yo I need some wealth
All black attire and I'm doing stealth
They worry 'bout their money, yeah I need my health
And I'm out the country undefeated, I don't have belt
Yeah, unless the belt is Gucci, Luis, Prada, Buscemi
Beating up a coochi till she tapped out and I'm semi
Creating phone calls asking if I'm ready
I just tell dem dat I'm ready, cause this life is never steady, yeah
I just bought another prezi, yeah
Got some burners and they heavy, yeah
Course I'm praying that I'm full of yeah
But I guess that's just the envy, yeah
Got some weight on my position, yeah
Settle down, you must be tired, yeah
Settle down and I retire, yeah
f*ck this time, I still fly her, yeah
I'm getting higher, yeah
f*ck the rider, I'm a grinder, give me fivers My brothers keeper, I hear no finder
I bought a new home, so marje ask the price, ahh
So I surprise her, got a call on my Lyca, yeah
Pull up anywhere, even at the crime scene, yeah
If I wan't him then I'll find him, yeah
I thought I left that behind me, yeah
No chicken piece, I got a side piece, yeah
I might guilty, bitch I might be
I like the watch there, ohh, I'mma buy three
There still no timer, bring my time peace
I've been slanging, banging, selling on the side street
I'm in the US, I got some blue faces
I ain't from Crompton and now I'm laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)
Yeah, and now I'm laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)
Maximum tints upon the car, so no looking when it's parked
Might be f*cking on your bra, and I do this same old [?]

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