(That boy is Different Money)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, come on
Ayy, ayy
Before I ever leave my crib, I grab my gun and grab my ski
I don't know nothin' 'bout them bodies that got found, don't come ask me
Block her line when she act up, but she behave and give Van Cleef
Lil' cute face and Lululemon, coochie splashin', she petite
He ain't me, leave his ass, I count these blues inside my sleep
Bitch, come see, I beat backs and pour up fours, then press repeat
Tank on E, high-speed chase, just dogged the jakes in SRT
I can't breathe, think I just rolled too much of James inside this leaf
Lil D3, that's my baby, I say go, then he gon' creep
Lift the sheets, seen my bro and that shit broke my heart in piece, so I won't beef
Throw a three, that's on my granny, rest in peace
I'ma make sure mama duke set candlelights onside the street
I want it all, but in this life, before you fly, you gots to crawl
PS3, went straight to Pine, I came up starin' at the walls
Me and lil' bro shared it all, when it came to drip, except the drawers
I'm a broken-hearted thug, so just accept me with my flaws
Same day we lost our crib, I told myself I'd make an M
And the same ones left me out to rot, the same ones callin' in
Don't you ask me how I been 'cause I been shootin' out the gym
They don't like my confidence, well, shit, I'm him and never them
I'm pullin' weight, if you ain't talkin' cake, then fuck up out my face
From the trench, I come from plastic spoons and bullshit paper plates
Come to rap, if you ain't good as me, then bitch, you lost the race
That's a fact when I say I spinned in that Beamer with no brakes
Let's get shit straight, project housin' not the same as Section 8
Misha's son, I hope you know you did your job, been raisin' great
TV dinners after dark, now I'm at Morton's cuttin' steak
Nothin' but lint up in my pockets, I poke my chest and made it shake
A grimy nigga from the East, but my lil' bad bitch out the North
Honda cool, but you look better hoppin' front seat out the Porsche
Might not show, I don't really know, in half a week, I'm back at court
Tesla coupe for cruisin' through, but brother slide him like a Sport
After this one, I might up the tax like fifteen per a show
Fought so hard to make it here, yeah, if you know, then bitch, you know
From the land where shit get hot, in wintertime, it ain't no snow
Baby bro done got it done, on my command, I love you more
Before I ever leave my crib, I grab my gun and grab my ski
I don't know nothin' 'bout them bodies that got found, don't come ask me
Block her line when she act up, but she behave and give Van Cleef
Lil' cute face and Lululemon, coochie splashin', she petite
He ain't me, leave his ass, I count these blues inside my sleep
Bitch, come see, I beat backs and pour up fours, then press repeat
Tank on E, high-speed chase, just dogged the jakes in SRT
I can't breathe, think I just rolled too much of James inside this leaf
Lil D3, that's my baby, I say go, then he gon' creep
Lift the sheets, seen my bro and that shit broke my heart in piece, so I won't beef
Throw a three, that's on my granny, rest in peace
I'ma make sure mama duke set candlelights onside the street, nigga
Come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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