New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off)Runaway train, I done took offI move with a purposegive 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dogI'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punchFree all of the rappers (Uh)hope they get a mistrial (Yeah)No more spendin' more than I'm savin'lettin' this shit pile (Pile up)Livin' kiddy, that shit was cornyI had to switch styles (Styles up)Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8man, this shit wild (Wild)I took the lil' bros and I mold 'emthey know to hold it down (Hold this shit down)I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of poundsI left the conditionsyou can't pay niggas to go around (Round up)We in Miami, PJ to the BPI can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet)Locked in, in the studio all nightbut she gon' wait for me (Stay up)She told me she treat you like a lamebut she don't play with me (No way)She say I'm her favorite nigga (Uh)These niggas backwardsThey get a lil' money, spend it alland then they ask for some (How?)I grew up with million dollar hittersstill ain't ask for nothin' (Never)Fuck it up, I probably get it for the summerRun my money up in like a month or somethin'I'm with the hustlers (Real ones)Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggasNo discussion from me (No)I got niggas still stuck in the trenchesshit be fuckin' with meI was checkin' emails on the planeand she start suckin' on meIt ain't no buster in me, noIt ain't no tussle in me, broPop up my leg, give her that dopeI done seen suckers turn to soldiersI seen gangsters turn hoesAin't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goesBut I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change rolesI been schoolin' niggasBad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (Brr)Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid)Couple songs went diamondI'm just gettin' started, shit bigAlways run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit stillWent five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheelsTwo hundred fifty mill'don't mention it 'less it's a big dealI got a lil' percent (Yeah) , I could be sellin' bricksYou know the kind that flake like diamonds, we call it fishRaw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mixDrop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six gramsFarm house in Selenawe tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk)Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gabThis time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bagEverybody can talk itbut they ain't standin' how I stand upCheck all theseI'm turnin' up more, please (Yeah)
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New crib in another state to duck off (Duck off)
You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (Fuck off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose
give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog
I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers (Uh)
hope they get a mistrial (Yeah)
No more spendin' more than I'm savin'
lettin' this shit pile (Pile up)
Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny
I had to switch styles (Styles up)
Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8
man, this shit wild (Wild)
I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em
they know to hold it down (Hold this shit down)
I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds
I left the conditions
you can't pay niggas to go around (Round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP
I can't lie, this shit okay for me (Sweet)
Locked in, in the studio all night
but she gon' wait for me (Stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame
but she don't play with me (No way)
She say I'm her favorite nigga (Uh)
These niggas backwards
They get a lil' money, spend it all
and then they ask for some (How?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters
still ain't ask for nothin' (Never)
Fuck it up, I probably get it for the summer
Run my money up in like a month or somethin'
I'm with the hustlers (Real ones)
Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas
No discussion from me (No)
I got niggas still stuck in the trenches
shit be fuckin' with me
I was checkin' emails on the plane
and she start suckin' on me
It ain't no buster in me, no
It ain't no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope
I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangsters turn hoes
Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles
I been schoolin' niggas
Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (Brr)
Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (Mid)
Couple songs went diamond
I'm just gettin' started, shit big
Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
Two hundred fifty mill'
don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
I got a lil' percent (Yeah) , I could be sellin' bricks
You know the kind that flake like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix
Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
Farm house in Selena
we tall like thirty mill' and Wham (Talk)
Taught myself to a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
Everybody can talk it
but they ain't standin' how I stand up
Check all these
I'm turnin' up more, please (Yeah)
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