You have a pre-paid call from Tory
Yeah, okay
The odds always against me, I done pulled up in the Bentley
Shit, I swear I had to do it for them days I did the rentin', yeah
Fuck whoever sent ya and them boys that go against me
I been in here for ten years just like I'm signin' for a century
Had to read up with you bitches twenty times now
Watch y'all nerve, got in a hurry, I tried to run off cool, let me find out
I used to work that nine-to-five until I signed out
Went to jail, got off on bail, I bonded, I was cookin' at nigga's mom's house
Niggas don't know what the fuck a nigga been through
You don't know about that pain all in my heart when niggas spin through
Tell me you was with me, no, the fuck you niggas wasn't
When them choppas get to bustin', I did that one for my cousin
Corner store know I'm the man
When I'm poppin' with these fours and plus these grams, they got me goin'
Rain, water, hail and random snow I'm blowin'
I'm a familiar face with all them things they see me at the trap, it's like I'm glowin'
Highlighter, marker, pull up on your side and park it
We ain't got no time for talkin', you get on that time, I spark it
Bullets comin' sharper than a pine-u-porcer, porcupiner
Plus I'm out that store, I'm buyin' more designer
First deal I flip it with my nigga, shit, you know I signed it
Shit, you know I came up from the bottom, shit, I told 'em, "Load the choppas"
We fucked most the hoes in the city, I know your ho gon' know my partners
Flyin' to resorts and islands, I'm tryin' not to resort to violence
And all y'all bitches tryna bury me, but niggas can't discourage me
These hoes wan' fuck me urgently and I'm countin' different currencies
I got a Grammy in the street right now, currently
The niggas that keep claimin' that they gon' murder me still ain't never murdered me
I mix the Black Leprechaun with the zaza
Niggas talk, it's got to Tata, talk to Tata
I got the stick, it's doin' magic tricks like, nigga, voila
Tada, shoot the nigga, blow his whole mata
Nah, he was trippin', so they blew his biscuit out his Popeyes
He shouldn't have fucked with the Jamaican niggas, they deal with slot ties
We talkin' scoreboard, all my niggas top five
Ready to pour Tobasco sauce all on a nigga hot fry
Tory, nigga
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees
I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs
No one ever did it like me, so they come at me, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, yeah, yeah
I went from sleepin' on the floor to the mattress with the air
And every time they cut my lights, it was candle matches everywhere
And I was cuttin' through this work like it was axes everywhere
I'm somewhere tryna live my life like I pay taxes every year
I want the car way out in Beverly, so I started out there heavily
Tellin' plugs, "You fucked, you picked somebody else instead of me"
I started two Os in one line like the letter B
Pourin' with some shooters, they so hectic, you just let it be
Tall guy, really I'm a dog, that's my pedigree
That's why shawty got her paws on my denim jeans
Slatt five if a nigga call himself my enemy
Don't make me be remembered for turnin' all of y'all to memories
Runnin' through the feelings, if I come to do a drill
You know I come to hunt the killers, 'bout a hundred blunts I peeled
I been workin' hard, bitch, I'm goin' number one this year
And all my competition really gotta sum it up in fear, that's for real
Please, uh, I need hella peace tryna stack these money trees
I remember when a goal was just a hundred Gs
No one ever did it like me so they come at me, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free, ta-ta
Nigga, headshots come for free
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