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(Any last words?)(Berge always flexin')(It's Malik on the track)Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one barWe split that bitch down the middlethen we both floatin' 'til tomorrowI say, I had a dream I told ThreePray hard, he chose meAI, was sixteen with a hundred G'sWith a thirty-eight with a hammer on ittryna leave shit dead on sceneMama, I swear to never live my life in gloryAnd if I had one wish, it'd be that noneof my niggas never changeI'ma forever stack these millionstryin' my hardest bein' a manHold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Roycethat shit was no choiceKnow that I gotta keep a double R in my garageI got XD, equipped a light and beamIt ain't never less than three securityrunning 'round the yardThey talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard thoughSold soft and hard dopeI'm a fucking shame if Three go back to selling P'sKnow we both might relapse with a five hundred loadPlay with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoesI'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that RollsI'm still that same younginI'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit downNBA, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come aroundFive hundred thousand on that bitch in one dayshe stayin' downI got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right nowI need two for to just put it all in they face like a towelI'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up incheslike a thesaurusSwitch my rims out the placeain't no way they could ignore itI been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas madI ain't gettin' boredI take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow itWho gon' take somethin'? You just one cutyou gon' die inside that foreignAtlanta projects, got them hitterstryna blow somethin', they knowin'Fuck that fine, that's a full-breedchuckin' through it, snowin'Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my sonShe so fine, she had fooled meI knew what I was doing, I can't saythat my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin'They don't like how all these diamonds on usThey don't like how we be shinin' on themAnd I say, all behind my moneyPut a bitch off in the trunk and never againyou'll ever see 'emPut eighty grand on top of your head and your relativesNo hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck ithe done felt the steelFuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga careerOne lucky squeeze, soon as you diehave your family in tearsWe make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for realWe hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay stillFuck wrong with these niggas?I swear it ain't hard to be realThat was your partnerhe couldn't hold on to charge of the yearPicked up that powderhe done put down that boy for this yearPromised his wife that he wouldn't buyno more cars this yearValuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rearSmoking back to back on joesI'm waiting for his heart to just failFuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buyno more watches this yearLife been gettin' so frighteningneed to send out a hawk to stay clearSeventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in hereKnowing that I would never be shitwith the most money in hereWho got the most money in there?Five grand to her for her to take grandma flowers up thereDropping nothing, that's a hundredthat's clear, I send me a hundred through thereHiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in hereI bought ear pieces, want moneyyou'll die 'fore I even much see 'emTryna shoot drones out in that nightthey too close to the car porchCut off my phone late at nightwhat you picking my heart for?Know she got me, but still I think"What she fuckin' old boy for? "At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?Five times jake, Dej could push itand stamp it with Star WarsYou could go and ask BirdmanI'd push with apple, apple beforeFive hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole loadEight million dollars up in jewelrytell my wife to count her ownI just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we onGo tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm goneGrandma Native American, private land that I ownNever once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grownEight hundred thousand on the watch, my boythis shit ain't no façadeThe real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for itCould elevate my garage, this elevation too hardTold you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boyI say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show itTake ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire goingOne in the morning, meand my engineer go sit inside the foreignGot hikers trailin' 'round at nightsecurity draw down, what you doing?Coyotes runnin' 'round at night, I know Neon inside the lawnUpdate her pictures, everything upper echelonOne Percocet, one Xanny, plus one stickfor the night, then I say I'm doneI'm scared as fuck when my door closebetter not come inside on this gunI'll send my sister to an islandand I'll call her once I'm doneWhen I respond, it said wrong numbershe was tryna send my sonI'm so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sunThey be tryna see if I'm deadI never go outside for nothingChippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one barWe split that bitch down the middlethen we both floatin' 'til tomorrowI say, I had a dream I told ThreePray hard, he chose meAI, was sixteen with a hundred G'sWith a thirty-eight with a hammer on ittryna leave shit dead on sceneMama, I swear to never live my life in gloryAnd if I had one wish, it'd be that noneof my niggas never changeI'ma forever stack these millionstryin' my hardest bein' a man
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