Nigga, stop the car right here
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangster of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
Pussy, you ain't got motion, I peeped your game, you got motion once a year
Tax time, I got rich and my city got mad at me
Fuck your feelings, before this shit, nigga, you ain't go half with me
I'm frontline for myself, nigga, for the shit, I'll catch a first degree
I'm frontline for hood, nigga for this shit, I'll clear the street
These niggas Love & Hip Hop in this shit
This rapper the next rapper bitch
I was gettin' too nice and friendly, so I backed back and upped my fuckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you bitches, I'm on some Foxes only shit
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a bitch, why you try that shit?
I ain't gon' lie, every young nigga in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' quits
All them young niggas rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this shit
Racks, all them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Dracs on me
Nigga, this shit Foxes only with me, nigga
Can't no nigga come around me, can't no nigga get near me or nothin', nigga
I switched up all my numbers, nigga, it's hard to get to me
Nigga, all that type of shit, nigga
Nigga, this shit get different, nigga
Nigga, switches, Dracs, and fast cars, nigga
And a lot of bitches with BBLs, nigga
Yeah
I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
Nigga, this shit so different, only a couple niggas in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust, Foxes ready to bust, shit over-stood
Nigga, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this shit came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, nigga, I'd redo it
I seen a junkie sniff somethin' so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like lighter fluid
Nigga, this shit so fuckin' hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no nigga help me do it, I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes, I had to fuckin' do it
Nigga play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
Nigga at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it (Frrt)
That's how that shit sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a fuckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane now?"
What you know about that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
Nigga, I ain't had to get that call, I was right there with him
Nigga, don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em (Frrt)
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