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Yo
Uh, yo
Yo
Uh, yo, uh
Penny pitchin', I always had a scheme to get richer
Before I spoil a bitch, I spoil my sister (Real shit)
Let her know she don't need a nigga (Uh)
For nothin' but if you fuckin', fuck 'em, might as well bleed a nigga
Uh, my top bitch good, she love to feed a nigga
Uh, I used to be known as a reefer dealer (Word)
Now it cost at least ten bands to see a nigga
Where my weed and liquor?
Uh, we came from the struggle, know how to hustle, uh
Yo, the trap spot closed so they free the duffle, uh (Nigga)
I'm the quarterback, I had to call a huddle
Fuck them niggas, they wanted me in trouble
Shit was slow but I got it off the muscle, uh
The streets don't love you, uh (The streets don't love you)
Yo, I treat it like a pot and made it bubble, uh
Yo, I stacked twenty bands and then I doubled it
And then I stacked forty bands and then I doubled that
Where you see the struggle at?
I would be more humble but where the fun in that? (Ain't none)
Now it's time to pass the ball to my running back
Toss the bodies in Erie, that's where we dump 'em at (Dump 'em)
Uh, could catch me on Jenny, that's where we pumpin' at (Pumpin')
I only spit real shit, don't do no mumble rap (Uh-uh)
And my product A1, I keep 'em coming back
Uh, yo, I keep 'em coming back
And my product A1, I keep 'em coming back
Uh, ayo, I rise from the dirt, came out wipin' my shirt, nigga
I'm more than just an ass, titty, thighs and a skirt
This nigga thought all he had to do was buy me a purse
That's why I never let you niggas come decide what I'm worth
The fuck you thought, nigga? I'm the wrong type for the antics
Some might understand it, I don't give a price you can manage
I treat my lyrics like a paintbrush, my life is the canvas
I'm tryna eat but everybody wanna bite off the sandwich
We from the same block, same plot, we just tryna chase knots
And we hate cops and spray opps, tryna dodge the raindrops
I'm waitin' on one of you rap niggas to name drop
'Cause bitch I'm pullin' up with two straps, look like a tank top
My life in my rhymes, y'all put lies in y'all rhymes
I could tell from when I look into the eyes of these guys
All this talk about the money and the rides that y'all drive
But go broke from a oil change tryna drive what I drive, nigga