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Ain't this what they've waiting for? You ready?

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I used to pray for like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like to shine like this
In a of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on
See my dreams unfold, come true
It was time to marry the and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them get in between
Of what we started, lil' but I'm lionhearted
They love me I was stuck and hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and
Anything for a dollar, they me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an
I did shit Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly I'm fly-er
When I the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in to the parking lot
so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was
When I bought that Aston y'all thought it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, the captain, I'm the lieutenant
Im the type to count a cash then grind like Im broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke
All I is murder, when it comes to me
I got niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out drop head, I'm riding down on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young be wildin'
We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga what up, real what up
If you ain't that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no tour life ain't good
me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve
And they be throwing dueces on the nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city I'm still calling them shots
And these lames that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my
And these niggas on me, hoes waiting on me
Still on hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' me, I say remember me
So much money have ya friends into enemies
And with these beef I my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, up
Broke nigga turn rich, the game like Mitch
And if I leave you them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm