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letra de not average - 1300 x bet

[verse 1: finesse]
yeah, boy shut up you average
you not getting no cabbage
i was 16 started rapping aye
rolling loud get the whole mass lit
about 2 years later and we been grown up
i got cash in the mansion filling up the whole tub
been in situations when i feel like giving up
thinking bout my mom and lil brothers
i can’t be selfish, been saving up
electric beings made myself energetic
i seen the bump in road 15 miles away
drove about two more miles till it said 1300
i’m flipping over os they gone in a day
i ain’t no spoiled brat, no sn0bby kid, i made d-mn sure i was great full
wasn’t handed much but what they wеre holding up i was always willing to go and take more
aka finеsse never second guess
backpack got tools and some rope missing tape tho
how can we ever make it home?
we cannot make it there safe though
one day you’ll be cuddled up laying in my arms
i swear you can call it your safe zone
get you away from all other harm
and i swear we’ll be rich no freemasons
pizza man whipping up dough
long nights by the stove
i swear i seen my money sprout out the dirt, cleaned it off
shopping spree at the grove
(make louder)
pretty soon i’ll be in my bag when i’m big
all these p-ssy haters just helping me win
ima help all my brothers who help me from the jump
put the crown on her she call me her king
[hook: atm]
skip to the bag i’m not bout to lag
i already been about that
johnny dang i drop 40k flat
oh my god shawty ass looking fat
blunts wit gelato my lung filled wit gas
all my ni–as flipping the drugs we not addicts
all my dawgs running up the cash in the mattress
all the old folks want smoke with the magic
woah

[verse 2: atm]
there she go, she fill up her mouth like a toad
yeah and ima go do a few shows
but lil b-tch cannot go she stay home
my bro’s been on shoup that’s the road
run up on me they gone take of your toes
my youngin still pour up that four
but they turned on me just likes sum snakes it was cold
bro how you gone do me like that
yeah i’ll take off your nose
you can go cry to your mom like a b-tch
all my bro’s ready to f-ck up your crib
like babies still running right back to your crib
yeah but you thinks it’s okay
f-ck with me cuz they think i don’t play
but i always been ready i walk down your street hollow tips hit your back frito lay
i suggest your eyes stay closed
in the dark ain’t no cap it’s cold
they claim they hard but they get the bread then they get away from the head and they fold
but how you gone do that to bro
how you gone do that to me
i peel your block like anatomy
f-ck who you brought it’s just you and me
i got h-lla bullets spraying right between
[bridge: finesse]
its facts me and atm been lit
its facts that lil kid been a big b-tch
call up distress and he comes and he k!lls it
we not no regular civilians
get lost in my mind take a pill again
feel like i’m at the dentist getting fills again
their only job was to straighten my t–th so why my jaw lock every time that i preach

[verse 3: distress]
aye, look yuh
how he be dripping like that and i know you see it when he parking the whip in the back
and he bring in a light when he enters
rocking rose diamonds
winter clothes shining
walk around the counter cus he own that one
wonder how got it but he won’t tell him
‘cuz he bout that hustle so he know better
here that money calling on the phone
answer
i know all about it i just study facts
i’m counting money math i make them number stack
let’s bring that hustle back so we can live at last
and i let ‘em know
yeah, yeah
that’s how he be dripping like that
ten toes, two feet
you see it, a ni–a been out here just flipping the pack
[hook: atm]
skip to the bag i’m not bout to lag
i already been about that
johnny dang i drop 40k flat
oh my god shawty ass looking fat
blunts wit gelato my lung filled wit gas
all my ni–as flipping the drugs we not addicts
all my dawgs running up the cash in the mattress
all the old folks want smoke with the magic
woah

- 1300 x bet

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