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[verse 1: rafa]
how you wanna play it? it’s on you
you do all the sh_t i tell the lil’ n_ggas don’t do
rats hang with rats, oh, he bold too?
i hate n_ggas thinkin’ that they b_tchin’, ain’t got no juice
he got slimed out by the hoes since he so loose
d_mn, my lil’ b_tch a baddie, she ain’t on zeus
ten, first we stack that, then add more to it
i ain’t got no love for these hoes, i don’t know cupid
n_gga should’ve been hit the road, he is so stupid
“rafa, you got so much motion, what, you issac newton?”
i wouldn’t need to show my face in the midwest
the way he talk on them beats, think he bmf
shots goin’ off, here come the ems
therе go another one, i swear that wе the best
you lil’ n_ggas my sons, should watch pbs
i started off pickin’ moneygrams up from cvs

[verse 2]
more money than problems, this the type of sh_t you ask for
i’m puttin’ all my feelings in this money, blame my last ho
yeah, i’m gettin’ to it, i can’t help but act an assh0l_
i guess i’m gettin’ older, all that petty sh_t, can’t brag on it
got a bad skinny b_tch, might put an ass on her
yeah, it’s wintertime, yeah, you know i’m in the grass for it
if you my brother, sh_t, i got you, ain’t gotta ask for it
it’s all said and done, it only matter who got the cash longer
n_gga broke as f_ck, but i bet he got like four hoes and sh_t
i’d play the middleman and make sure rafa get a split
sh_t, i wouldn’t be myself if i wasn’t plottin’ on a l!ck
n_gga turned into the help ’cause he keep plottin’ on the b_tches
my only plot is gettin’ richer
had to shelf a couple n_ggas, kept on thinkin’ that they bigger than the business
i’m a vet, play my shooter sh_t, you probably tell the difference
you a rookie, we keep grindin’ after ten strips
[verse 3]
how you gon’ get rich with me? you wasn’t there when i was thuggin’
how you run around f_cked up, can’t afford to be in public
look for the freshest n_gga’s spot, a tour member in the function
i got way too much dog sh_t, solid goin’ republic
been this life when b_tches off, you try to approach me with your hands out
this sh_t look like i took my dreads down, pullin’ bands out
i’m so different, sh_t like bright clothes how i stand out
tryna pull ’em out this sh_t, my young n_ggas can’t even put they fans down
he too caught up on the wrong sh_t, that’s y’all problems
like why the f_ck you on my d_ck? you ain’t got no dollars
b_tches f_ckin’ everybody then they blame they father
n_ggas on the ‘gram rich, really playin’ survival
i’m the man around this b_tch, live life so flawless
i just scooped four racks, it was ten in the morning
put on ‘fits so hard, she wanna f_ck without talkin’
black jesus, baby god, i’d walk on some water, b_tch

- wrld tour mafia

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