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[chorus]
what i need with ten cars? i can’t drive but one
this for my n-ggas listenin’ in 3001
as i’m writin’ through this song, the world’s gone insane
i know you feel me ’cause i bet that sh-t still ain’t changed
i’m on a mission for this chicken, i’ma k!ll everything
i’m stackin’ for a rainy day and it still ain’t rained
why n-ggas never open up? the answer had me chokin’ up
it ain’t enough words around to reveal they pain

[verse]
i’m holdin’ on tight, this what it feel like to live a peaceful life
since ridin’ a bike, all that i ever knew was beef and strife
goin’ to sleep at night, prayin’ to god, release the stress
now i’m on g4 jets across the seas to decompress
my recent checks, how much you think? hmm, decent guess
they growin’ more eager, cole, who you gon’ k!ll on a feature next?
who would you suggest? my n-gga just told me the streets a myth
and he’s perplexed, they tellin’ on people like the teacher’s pet
he took a pull of his weed, he hides the trees, boy, eagle’s nest
i started chiefin’ less and less, it had my cerebral vexed
too many blessings to be depressed
went from too stressed to being blessed
now my new recipe’s just keep that f-ck sh-t from my desk
i don’t want sh-t but my breath, i don’t want sh-t but my fam
thought i used superglue, n-gga, how this gun stick to my hand
i don’t even tote no pistol, but that sh-t soundin’ so hard
plus i don’t give a f-ck about lyin’ once i learned these n-ggas fraud
i’m finna burn these n-ggas, dog, bring me that urnee, n-gga, charcoal
i’ma send ’em to crossroads with their lost souls
i saw nia long quote, i would’ve poked
back when my heart cold, give her three or four strokes
then i’m on to the next, sh-t like a par four, i’m a raw-ass n-gga
6’4″, tall-ass n-gga with a sick flow
y’all ask jigga, how much did the kid gross for that label
paid dues, had to pay dude for my masters
but i’m grateful, sh-t, business is business
i’m in the ‘ville, the windows is tinted
keepin’ my d-ck in my britches, y’all get to the b-tches
me, i’ma get to this money and split with a missus
n-gga, this vicious, and i’m the truth
all of these n-ggas fictitious
look at jermaine, still runnin’ the game
d-mn, this physical fitness
f-ck with me, man
[chorus]
what i need with ten cars? i can’t drive but one
this for my n-ggas listenin’ in 3001
as i’m writin’ through this song, the world’s gone insane
i know you feel me ’cause i bet that sh-t still ain’t changed
i’m on a mission for this chicken, i’ma k!ll everything
i’m stackin’ for a rainy day and it still ain’t rained
why n-ggas never open up? the answer had me chokin’ up
it ain’t enough words around to reveal they pain

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