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[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1]
i want that sh_t bad, i went and put my elbows in the money
can’t have a spot with no work, that’s like a h_llhole to a junkie
i’ve been sippin’ lean, spent ’bout two three bands ’fore i got chubby
brodie facin’ death, but he gon’ get an elbow if he lucky
spot workin’, before they tap the line, i gotta switch my phone
cap rappin’, who been sellin’ dog? they should’ve let mike jones
lil’ n_gga, i ain’t just a rapper, i serve drugheads
four_five’ll split a n_gga potato just like spud headz
if a n_gga owe me money, better pray that i don’t get him
you ain’t really gangster, n_gga, you make sensitive decisions
b_tch get paid every trip, it’s like she workin’ on commission
me and bro poured a five, it got us smacked like a collision
n_ggas ain’t really ridin’ with you, you just bought a gang
before twenty_one, was catchin’ homis, we like slaughter gang
b_tch, i be sellin’ v12s like i sell auto parts
ridin’ ’round, three hundred thirty grams worth like an audemar

[chorus]
you playin’ the hoes, we play the bag, we go back to back
soon as you stop playin’ with p_ssy, let’s go rack for rack
if them boys don’t really wanna die, they better use they brain
b_tch, i don’t never drop a dime like i don’t lose no change
yeah, i be playin’ in that— until that sh_t dissolve
we always got a problem with the law, they say we too involved
told my boys this sh_t come with the game, i keep one in my glock
knowin’ that i’m this close to the fame and i’m still on the block
[verse 2]
robbin’ dog like robbin’ flavor flav, they only want his clock
you got fiends and they ready to shop, i’m sendin’ a stock
not smooth, just havin’ ’bout twenty, you in it or not?
you fan hoes don’t wanna get shot? then stop spinnin’ the block
told my auntie, “don’t sell your pills, i’m right here by conan”
n_ggas try to tell they life story, we rich at the moment
i ain’t bool with n_ggas, n_ggas p_ssy and i keep that noted
n_ggas k!llin’ n_ggas over p_ssy, i ain’t even notice
that ain’t real pape’, n_ggas out here coppin’ jubilees
when i see that— i whip my razor out like wolverine
seven hours just to stack the spot, ain’t clear the spot, repeat
lil’ boy, before i miss this sale, i’d hop on feet
i ain’t used to talk, now all my fans wait on my release
i’m the reason that your b_tch wonder if you keep it street
lost n_ggas, if i ain’t had these racks, i’d be feelin’ vacant
why would i play with a b_tch if i ain’t gettin’ paper?

- nuk

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