What's wrong with these niggas man?
Like, nah, for real, what's wrong with these niggas, man?
They forgot
Man, I had to pop my shit again
Double large with the 4Gs
That's the type of shit we in
Went legit, cause ain't nobody trying to see the streets again
We already beat the streets, ain't trying to beat the streets again
Heard the ops trying to beef again
Knowing I really got the power to never let em speak again
Knowing that when it come to beef, I only play for keeps and win
And the guys that I be with, Well, I ain't gotta speak for them
We ain't sound like the g in lasagna, we move in silence
I'm just trying to figure out why these rappers keep talking, and they ain't
Rapping
Fuck going on man
I ain't gotta say too much
I'm just laughing to the bank
They like, you play too much
And it's full pocket full like they ate too much
Your salary don't flatter me because I make too much
I'm investing 6 figures on these houses
Don't give a fuck about your little rocks
I moving mountains
Trying to get my acres up
Create another way for us
My Mitchell State is real estate
That other shit ain't pay enough
This is fourth base for us
They ain't about to play with us
See a lot of hate, but shit
I don't think they hate enough
But fuck them, because regardless, I collect and I protect
Don't think that I will up this fucking tek without regret
Sometimes you just gotta let shit sink in on niggas, man
Yeah, I let them soak it in, huh?
Still pulling hoes, but I ain't interested
Yeah, she kind of thick and shit
Put on the membership
Fuck her, then I write her off
Sturdy with the penmenship
Niggas out here paying for the pussy
Just admit this shit
Shit, I've been a realist since I came about the clitoris
Bout my 1st zip, wondering what I could get for this
Now I'm doing numbers like arithmetic
I went legit. And like the extendo on the grip, I'd rather stick with this.
My brother dead
So I've been saying fuck the streets
So it ain't nothing in the streets that gave a fuck for me
I'm getting chicken
Fuck a pig, pork and fuck the beef. I'm getting to a billion where I'm living.
Nigga, fuck you man
About to die for you, niggas, man
We ain't sound like the g in lasagna, we move in silence
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