| Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for?
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| You ready?
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| I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
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| So I had to grind like that to shine like this
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| In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
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| In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
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| See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
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| It was time to marry the game and I said, «Yeah, I do»
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| If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
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| Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, «Achoo»
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| Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
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| I’m gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
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| Of what we started, lil' nigga but I’m lionhearted
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| They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
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| I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist
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| No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage
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| Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
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| Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
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| I did it without an album
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| I did shit with Mariah
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| Lil' nigga I’m on fire
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| Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m fly-er
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| When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
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| Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
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| Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
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| Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot
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| You ain’t talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
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| Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don’t talk a lot
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| I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
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| Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
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| Hold up wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished?
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| When I bought that Aston Martin y’all thought it was rented?
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| Flexin' on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
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| Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant
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| I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
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| That Lambo, my new bitch, she’ll ride like my Ghost
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| I’m ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes
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| 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
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| 'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
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| These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
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| You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
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| 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke
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| All I know is murder, when it comes to me
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| I got young niggas that’s rollin' I got niggas throwin' B’s
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| I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
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| Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G’s
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| Now I’m hanging out that drop head, I’m riding down on Collins
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| They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'
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| We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we’re Robin
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| This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
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| I’m that real nigga what up, real nigga what up
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| If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
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| If you diss me in yo' raps, I’ll get your pussy ass stuck up
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| When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
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| Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
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| With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
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| Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
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| And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch
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| And I’m the king of my city 'cause I’m still calling them shots
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| And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
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| I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
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| The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
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| And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me
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| Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
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| They gon' remember me, I say remember me
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| So much money have ya friends turn into enemies
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| And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories
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| With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 a key, hold up
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| Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
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| And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
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| It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
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| Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
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| I’m gone
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| Woo |