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[Intro:
Fuck!
Fuckin nigga
(We the music!)
rate murder rap

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way nigga
With the bust open
That new got the brain bust open
Play them like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I start
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, know they forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up
Get hit up from the neck up nigga,
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
Want to a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got some DC waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told I can see the future
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler 'em
I was keys to success
I was coppin' keys Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of Spades with the and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they in it
They talk 'bout all money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we got no patience
Let's 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the allegations have you pacin'
Million dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a nigga
like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I to tell 'em it ain't my fault
just my blessings called me
But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep
If she ain't fuck the first night then she miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act like I see 'em callin'
I so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man