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| Forest Beats |
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| I ain't the one to fuck with |
| Fell in love with my side bitch |
| Fell in love with these cold streets |
| I'm a real nigga, so I'm tied in |
| These niggas tell the hoes everything, it ain't surprising |
| Who, me? I'm a young Tony Hawk |
| 'Cause I'm grinding |
| She gon' call everytime she get drunk, 'cause she wanna fuck |
| I only answer when it's money on the line, 'cause I want a bunch |
| Bathing Ape when I run the trenches, Gucci tims to jump in the mud |
| Fuck the love, we want the plugs |
| I ain't used to shit, I come from the slums |
| You gon' think it's a marching band, when I place the call, they gon' come with |
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| You gon' think it's a thunderstorm, 'cause my section lit, and we raining 1's |
| Fuck rap, get racks, nigga |
| Fuck it off, get it back, nigga |
| You ain't ready, sit back |
| I don't trust rap money or these rap niggas |
| That's word to Pusha |
| Stack it by the nckle, like I'm |
| Goioard, bitch, come get a |
| Standing in the kitchen, cooking, smoking cookie |
| New hundreds, like I fuck with |
| I'm copping weight, we gon' need a buggy |
| Hit it from the back, and do the duggy |
| Fucking niggas' bitches, so it's hard to trust them |
| Eh |
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| Money make the world go round, and I'm dizzy |
| Baby girl left with my heart, now I'm empty |
| They know I come from the mud, my cup filthy |
| Gotta keep your eyes on these niggas, the streets tricky |
| Money make the world go round, and I'm dizzy |
| Baby girl left with my heart, now I'm empty |
| They know I come from the mud, my cup filthy |
| Gotta keep your eyes on these niggas, the streets tricky |
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| Still getting high, fighting demons |
| Pop a perc for another reason |
| Fuck baby, can't believe |
| I'm a blessing like that girl sneezing |
| Counting money, but I'm still schemeing |
| Doing shows in a filled arina |
| Givenchy down, it feel like I'm dreaming |
| Back to that money, that's my real meaning |
| What you want? You can get it |
| You can do it, I done did it |
| Ain't gotta write it when you really live it |
| Fucking bad hoes, and never pay to hit it |
| Trapping work in the Honda Sivic |
| When I'm M.I.A., I'ma grab the wraith |
| She gon' come everytime I call |
| But she tell her friends like I'm tired of Ray |
| In milwaukee, thumbing through the pros |
| I just dropped a four, smoking out the |
| In my city, running through a load |
| On my work phone, pulling out the bank |
| Ain't no talking, pulling out the K |
| Like I'ma let it spray |
| Every day I open my eyes, I thank God for another day |
| More money is more problems |
| Man, I sware to God, I wanna run away |
| Mama told me don't quit, stay in the booth, 'cause I'm one away |
| Everybody talking big money, when it's on the floor, they don't wanna pay |
| Don't wanna grind, but they wanna hate |
| It's gon' take a month for what I did today |
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| Money make the world go round, and I'm dizzy |
| Baby girl left with my heart, now I'm empty |
| They know I come from the mud, my cup filthy |
| Gotta keep your eyes on these niggas, the streets tricky |
| Money make the world go round, and I'm dizzy |
| Baby girl left with my heart, now I'm empty |
| They know I come from the mud, my cup filthy |
| Gotta keep your eyes on these niggas, the streets tricky |
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