Times ain't hard but a nigga still gettin' itYoung rich niggas, in this motherfuckerWhen you wake up before you brush your teethYou grab your strap, niggaOnly time you get down on your kneesShooting craps, niggaFuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggasGod blessin' all the trap niggasWeighed 1008 grams on the spotI got a lower case t across my chestYour crack house doin' numbers then you blessedYou move your momma to a crib from the 'jectsIt's so much alcohol and kush on my breathWe prayin' five times a day to catch a plugA few beef pies stashed in the trunkShoot dice all day and sell dustYou loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bustTold yourself a million times, you don't give a fuckSold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cutSold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuckWhat?I thought ia-la was gone wake up with that glock, okay thoughStash the dope inside a winnebago in decaturHe got your work, he posted up in the hood bodagoLil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teethGotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheeseWe on the turf, getting active on the backstreetI'm drinkin' actavis, the only thing that relax meI'm on drugs, every single day I pop a sealWe talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a dealYou pull up round here, they serve you here to dixie hillYou hit on [?] trap houseGotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit withoutYou loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bustTold yourself a million times, you don't give a fuckSold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cutSold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuckWhat?
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Times ain't hard but a nigga still gettin' it
Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
Weighed 1008 grams on the spot
I got a lower case t across my chest
Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
A few beef pies stashed in the trunk
Shoot dice all day and sell dust
You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?
I thought ia-la was gone wake up with that glock, okay though
Stash the dope inside a winnebago in decatur
He got your work, he posted up in the hood bodago
Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth
Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese
We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet
I'm drinkin' actavis, the only thing that relax me
I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal
You pull up round here, they serve you here to dixie hill
You hit on [?] trap house
Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without
You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?
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