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    Told y'all, would you believe?

    I'm the type to take your chick, the one of the [?]
    Have her at the crib watchin' Money and Violence, bruh
    Shorty come to me
    cause I'm the one with the guidance, but
    Bang her on the low like a gun with a silencer
    Swag champ back, you just one of the challengers
    Day you beat me ain't on none of these calendars
    You throwin' shots, but you're a little under my caliber
    We play with heavy metal, boy, I run with Metallica
    Skatin' through the city like I'm one of the Islanders
    You fly like this, they got to wonder who's stylin' you

    The road money don't have me in New York too much
    But I got the shut up money if you talk too much
    Listen, if you talkin' about that man fur
    You gotta get money like that man first
    Whoever say the most hit that man first
    Put his front in the back like a fat transfer
    Like how these girls turn a gut into a butt
    And be a bad bitch when they nothin' but a mutt
    My shottas want it all, know nothin' about a cut

    You niggas talkin' about
    "Take the what and leave the what? "
    Yup, I've won everything, valet life
    I'm upfront with everythin'
    You don't like it, more your problem than mine
    Let's turn up and see if yours got more volume than mine
    Yeah, I know hate, sellin' sour '98
    Back then I did good, right now I'm doin' great
    Like 50 and Taraji, how do we relate?
    Tryin' to build an empire, niggas in power want to hate
    Woah, what, you mad cause I'm fuckin' your bird?
    You know I put it in my waist like I'm tuckin' a shirt

    Like, "Fuck is you doin'? ", A-Town voice
    When I see your ass, tre pound voice
    Bought the Ghost on Christmas, play 'round toy
    And it's chinchilla weather, nigga, we outside
    What you know about gifts that got to be outside?
    It's too big, put it under the tree outside
    Woah, now picture me sellin' sniff, sellin' piff
    Back then my block did numbers like Taylor Swift
    Yeah, Fab Sport, what? Funeral, who?
    Loso, huh? Young O. G. gone

    Look at me, look at me
    I am the captain now, ha-ha-ha-ha
    Fuck is y'all niggas talkin' about, boy? Huh
    You only talkin' like that
    cause you don't respect your jaw
    Brooklyn forever, told y'all

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