(I came a long way)
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the opposite
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Tell em one up who held me down with cosmetics
I be switching up the mode on the ride setting
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars
(slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member
(mine)
That's my bruh, and ima paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks more gang swishers
Snake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique send them all at your main niggas
Top of the business I got more points then a bean bag
Tighten your arm up before you shoot it lose kickback
Layin on my gravedigger chain where it hit at
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that
Murder through any hood, same whip, big hat
X shit, my little nigga suwoop bang cartel
Right shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit long as the scent well
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith out through the night
Tell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause I'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of Kay left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter
Before I departed away from my soul
Told my lil son (told to my son?) to stay with em
He keep chasin this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out coupe, home run, top babe ruth
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, til they buried in the city
I popped that boy, mad I ain't finish
You don't deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain't billy
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding in a wraith out through the night
Tell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause i'm knowing that you bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of Kay left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter
(Count a million cash, got the time going slow)
(OooOo)
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