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(Pull up, Show N Prove like my producer) I fucked your bitch on my Persian rugAudemars, doing up his and hersI just saw L’s and I had to learnShitting on me, now the tables turnedWoah, woah, woah, woah, woahFucking with G.O.A.T.sWoah, woah, woah, woahIt’s a slippery slopeWoah, woah, woah, woahShe wanna roll, fuck on the […]

(That’s Chucks)Big boy Skrapz, the one and onlyCheck me out, boom We’re living in the times where people record themselves doing crimeAnd they wonder how they end up insideSeen a nigga get twenty-six years, look like he wanted to cry‘Cause he hasn’t even turned twenty-five (Mad)I seen another nigga get a stretch, but he knew

(Ayy what? Ayy what? Ah, hold on, nah, Honeywoodsix) Boom, I wish all my niggas longevity and prosperityI don’t like negativity or bad energyI’ve been through so much that I think I need therapyActually, all I need is weed and HennessyI got graphic scenes that I stored in my memoryI’m having daydreams that I licked

(Pull up, Show N Prove like my producer)Check me out, yo Niggas thought that I was done, nah, here’s another oneThink I’m doing this for fun? Ha, pull the other oneI’m in it for the long run like a marathonAnd I’m still in my prime like I work at AmazonYou want me to carry on?

Tell me what you want from meI’ll say what I’ve gotI’ll give you every piece of meBut only if I’m yoursI’m yours, I’m yours (Harry, you’re a wizard)I’m yours, I’m yours (Pull up, Show N Prove like my producer) Boom, she said she wants to be together foreverShe knows that I’m a go-getter, a trendsetterSaid

Boom, they say you have to trust the process (Trust)You ain’t made it yet, but you’re making progress (Trust)Don’t stress, put your trust in God, He knows best (Trust)Keep your cards close to your chestDon’t let anybody know your next step‘Cause not everybody’s wishing you the best (Nah)Not everybody’s got your best interests at heart

Uh, she said she doesn’t speak no EnglishThey said I’m toxic like Future HendrixI hopped out of the Benz and I looked expensiveGlock-17 with the clip extendedI lost count of all the money that I spendedI’m still living splendidBeen winning from the start, it just never endedI jumped in the coupe, start the engineI had

Papa, I’m sorryI was an hour late to your funeralAll the pain, I couldn’t copeBut all the gain, I couldn’t goOh, I’m sorry (Sorry)I was an hour late to your funeralAll the pain, I couldn’t cope andI remember when you used to tell me(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Oh, yeah,

Boom, I thank the Lord for the blessings from above (Amen)And tell my fans I appreciate the love (Love ya)It wasn’t easy coming upI done a lot of groundwork, it wasn’t luckI really got it out the mudAnd even when the times got tough, I didn’t budge (Nah)When niggas didn’t wanna rise up, I didn’t

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