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[intro]
that’s what crime do
see these young n_ggas— that’s how the mob move
(basskids, answer your motherf_ckin’ phone, n_gga)

[verse 1]
these racks in my pocket, that’s what crime do
see my young n_ggas with me ’cause that’s how the mob move
i turned the cream soda to a piru
look me head to toe, everything i got exclusive
i kicked into overdrive, i ain’t tryna lose
she could f_ck the square n_gga, had to cut her loose
my young n_ggas shootin’ like they run it too
why you lyin’ on my name when you know the truth?
connected with no plug likе the bluetooth
all white truck, but thе seats in it soowoo
b_tch n_gga, take him for his chain, he like new new
granny seen my cup, i had to lie, i said it’s prune juice
i threw the deuce sign when i blew through
7 mile, dog in the car with no roof, roof
my hundreds turned blue, it got jumped, then it’s new crew
he ain’t got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon

[verse 2]
more money, more power, more s_x
asked that b_tch, “where the throat at?” at the door step
get your own, n_gga, don’t take handouts from no man
get the lo’, hit the road with it, show your gonads
coppin’ blow, put your toes on it, make some more grams
left the porch, twelve years old, richer than some grown men
press the gas, pressure on, we can’t give ’em no chance
n_gga lied in all his songs, he ain’t ever road_ran
get the chicken, make it grow, i need some more eggs
f_ck the lights out her while i’m broke, flip the whole bread
the lo’ just dropped, n_gga, code red
d_mn, veeze, you really slimed that n_gga? sure did
i’ll make that b_tch hold the bl!cky ‘fore we hold hands
i’ll make that b_tch get up with you, make you blow a ten
hit the walmart and swipe giffies, my first gig
if she ain’t down to stuff the bag, that’s the wrong b_tch
[interlude]
gang
gang, ganger

[verse 3]
the way i lean break the laws of physics
he like chris rock dad when it come to the spending
never did crime, break the law in his lyrics
i’m high off yellow pills like i’m flyin’ on spirit
i ain’t just rappin’, n_gga, i’m speakin’ from experience
bust the wrapper, you gon’ see the white like britney spears in it
facetimed bro on the lear geeked, seal rippin’
gallery don’t make me make appointments, you a lil’ n_gga
take 75, still put chills in me
give my b_tch a thousand at a time just for dealin’ with me
take a thousand beans to the hillbillies
how the f_ck i build a friendship with pill sniffers?
it be the fakest n_ggas claimin’ they the real n_ggas
i need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket
i’m tellin’ bro ‘nem chill, they just wanna k!ll n_ggas
these n_ggas think i’m famous, i don’t even feel different

[interlude]
gettin’ richer, mill_er
yeah
[verse 4]
gettin’ richer, racin’ to a mill_er
keepin’ distant, dodgin’ penitentiary
just to get what i got, he’ll turn k!ller
you better keep some money comin’ just like your opinion
keep your head up, it get realer and realer
so much dirt, i forget to repent for forgiveness
i’m glad i’m out the game ’cause the snitches living
i put her on a wave like i live in a river
gettin’ paid for all the sh_t i been through
pourin’ champagne on the ground, tellin’ bro i miss him
he lost his mind, i don’t know that n_gga
honest, trust over lie, never over b_tches
tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege
i’ma need a purple cane when i’m old, sipping
young n_gga, got more game than an old n_gga
stopped smokin’, still droppin’ dirty dope, mixing

- veeze

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