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These niggas won't get me for the summer
Send me to the hundreds
Bulletproof the last piece strictly for the gunners
Mission for the smokers, mission for the runners
Brought white to the town, nigga Christopher Columbus
They ain't wanna see the plan to be the man
I hopped off the Peter Pan, 300 grams
When they was free eating clams, we was in the can
Now I want a piece of land to feed the fam
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Grinding seven days straight in the same tee
By day three niggas say I'm crazy
I tell 'em being broke is something I can't be
Been shining since '98 in the GS4
TVs in the head with the VCR
Now the Porsche Panamera got the DVR
I tell her press record and cut the TV off
I used to be ignored from a greasy ho
I told her she gon' hurt more when she see me on
I'm hard as the wall they paint graffiti on
Big thick chain with the Nefertiti charm
I ain't asking for help
Niggas try and Jew me down, I'm a tax it myself
They try and shoot me down, keep the MAC on the shelf
And I stay Louis down, nigga from the backpack to the belt
Niggas lack what I felt, that's pain
Rappers get a couple plaques on they belt and act strange
What that mean to me is they team is sweet
And these niggas never seen the streets
I was produced by gangsters, Preem and Pete
Throw your CD out the V like Queen Latifah
I give every rapper 16 a piece
That's means for beef, now it's time to clean the streets
The tweets said I left Chris needing Neef
I'm reckless, my ex bitch need some teeth
Wanna have breakfast on a Tahitian beach
These niggas can't F with me, capiche?