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Told my old brother, "You could count on me"
Old hoes, they love doubting me
What I make in a month, your whole salary
Watch out for them people, they so mad at me
They so mad at me
I do what I want, you do what you're told
All of this pressure, no I will not fold
Praying to God they won't take my soul
Listen to me, they take you as a joke
Been in my zone, locked in that mode
Body anemic, wrist on froze
Big body that demon, I'm on the road
K flip
Fuckin' with nobody that's basic
All black on a Royce, that's spaceship
Hop on a road, highway, it's vacant
Don't need nobody, that money, I'm taken
Heart on my sleeve, hotel I'm pacing
Keep my mask on, keep my face in
Smoke my Doja, Paint The Town with Smith & Wesson
I do what I want, you do what you're told
All of this pressure, no I will not fold
Praying to God they won't take my soul
Listen to me, they take you as a joke
Been in my zone, locked in that mode
Body anemic, wrist on froze
Big body that demon, I'm on the road
Told my brother I'm back home
I spent 25 nights, 24 days on the road
We could sip Hi-Tech on rocks, make sure it's cold
I just spent your month right here on this lil coat
All of my friends is dead, all my friends died
I want racks instead, I'll give my life
Perc'd up in my head, I'm barely alive
My brother went fed, stabbed him with a knife
Cut up on I-5, drunk as the fuck when I drive
I just want see my brother thrive
So rich, get my butler high
Blow dope from the other side
Boy you ain't shooting shit online
Go hunting with my rifle, lay them birds down
Making plays like a GM but I'm still an All-Star
Look at me, they wanna be him, but you won't get too far
They see a god, you a heathen, guess you're playing your part
If I die, would you still miss me?
Blood on my hands, would you kiss me?
Victory lap 'em in circles, I'm dizzy
Give me and Reefuh the keys to the city
They tryna fuck with the kid, no Diddy
Want me dead, boy you better keep wishing
Sit down, you don't even stand for nothing
100 rounds, pockets on Stamin-Up
Lebron James, 2-3
I ball, 2D
Who's that, who's he
Oh oh oh, I could never fuck a groupie
Oh oh, I got foreign hoes tryna make a movie
She got good brain like she went philosophic
I'm moving Heavy Metal like Lil Gotit
Really been 'bout it like don't get me started
Import overseas, the money exotic
Shooter got aim, he moving robotic
Flooded my wrist now my body aquatic
New hoe fucking with my head, psychotic
I need a tonic, who got it
Ran off with the bag, I got it
Ran off with ya bag like Sonic
I know his lil ass not 'bout it
Ya views, ya bitch is botted
Drac came with a switch like it's modded
Got lean like it came out the faucet
Hit the bank and I make a deposit
I get up in that bitch and I rock it
I do what I want, you do what you're told
All of this pressure, no I will not fold
Praying to God they won't take my soul
Listen to me, they take you as a joke
Been in my zone, locked in that mode
Body anemic, wrist on froze
Big body that demon, I'm on the road
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