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Like to welcome all my niggas from uptown Downtown In-town, out of town, we got it goin’ on Helluva made this beat, baby! We the last 4-1 It’s famous, baby! Here we go! It’s the world’s famous 35 inaudible All my street niggas, all my playa niggas All the niggas gettin’ paper Ladies lookin’ good, fellas bossin’ up We gettin’ money Westside, 7 mile, 6 mile, , baby 4-1 thinkin’ of a master plan So, I can hit the dealership with my mans I need the Benz’s seats tan And the jewels rose gold All I need is one plug and two cellphones I used to sell stones (Yuh) hand-in hand as a shorty Couldn’t settle there I had to elevate my story (yeah) We was gettin’ bags back when bitches wore All these foreigns in the crew I hope Trump don’t deport me (Please) Diamond chains tangled up My neck be havin’ orgies (Yuh) Work all on the table next To scales and the 40 left the rap alone ‘cause this rap shit bore me Now, I’m back with more shit to talk Somebody please record me (Please) Rollie on my wrist and the Chain got the matchin’ gold Could catch a bag over here Before you catch a cold We keep our circle glued tight Ain’t no latchin’ on boy, we been the shit Bless your heart for just now catchin’ on (God bless you) i’m from a hood Where the goal is: have a slappin’ phone (Fink) flip a brick, switch whips Then we back at home (Yuh) And the ones that don’t hustle They just grab the chrome Then, we hire them as muscle Just to crack a dome (Bop) I had to play with fire for this ice (Yuh) Fuck a ho, I need a supplier in my life (yeah) "No, thank you" on them bricks I retired from the white That game include too many niggas Wired up with mics, uh My real killas – I don’t ever post (Never) Just know they all ears when my name is spoke (Yuh) you better watch the niggas That you playin’ close (Why?) Them the ones that gon’ spray you If I pay the most Back to the mission, stackin’ a ticket Passin’ in 6’s laughin’ at niggas These bitches actin’ suspicious In the mansion, we livin’, when work landin’ We flippin’ the chains dancin’ and tickin’ I got a passion to get it (Boy) I don’t take shots at niggas (Nah) He feedin’ his family Why would I stop that nigga? That’s crab shit A lot of niggas got it and then bash it You say you had chips but actin’ Like you never had shit in high school, man They swore it was my dad whip (Ha) Years later, and they still on some mad shit (Fuck ‘em) That’s bullshit, I’m on some stackin’ Livin’ good shit Whole crew ballin’ on some Paid in Full shit (BYLUG)