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Ain't what they've been waiting for?
You

I to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind that 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, nightmares come
It was to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in
Of what we started, nigga but I'm lionhearted
They me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed
I go and get it regardless, it like I'm an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with cars in my garage
Got bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it an album
I did with Mariah
Lil' I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm
When I bought the Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a
Was on my and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up wait a minute, thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all it was rented?
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm Popeye on his spinach
Double M, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million then grind like I'm broke
Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped my toes
'Cause these niggas want me and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son some milk
These tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't around, no joke
All I know is murder, it comes to me
I got young niggas rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the I done did the KODs
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to 30 G's
Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding on Collins
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be
We young niggas and we mobbin' like and we're Robin
This Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that nigga what up, real nigga what up
If you ain't that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in yo' raps, get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little I could
Boy I slide on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing deuces on the same they watch
And I'm the king of my 'cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me, waiting on me
Still on that shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They remember me, I say remember me
So much money have ya turn into enemies
And with these beef I turn my enemies to
With them bricks go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up
nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first that brick
I'm