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when i get out, yall better be ready n-gga

yeah
i remember these type of beats man, i remember sh-t like this sh-t, back in the day
them n-ggas was like
trues on, sackin’ off the wheats as i’m ha ha haaaaa
yeah
trues on, walkin’ out the set
haaa haaa haaaaaa
trues on, hittin’ off the mucks

yeah, trues on, sittin’ okay
on a jury on me, glistin’ on the neck
hit me in a check now
yeah, i remember how the old school sh-t go

big diamonds glistin’ alright
big diamonds on mе, gotta pay me in a check now
cadillac ain’t big enough, gеt it stretched out
he ain’t part of this equation, get him x’d out

fifty racks not enough today, pull the rest out
not sayin’ i’m the best rapper, but the best out
can’t bring back time lost, you just missed out
bein’ broke, a have a normal n-gga tryin’ flip out
when you know this bullsh-t, get it picked out
oh this n-gga on some bullsh-t, get him hit now
i can name a hundred hoes i hit, bro the list wild
i only pick the p-ssy up to get the d-ck down

we got the city hot, we need to switch towns
big variety on the table, we can switch pounds
big thirty on me too, make the brrrr sound
yeah, hold on

b-tch, cuz i’m closer than close
f-ck with my n-ggas, we turn em to toast
ayy, i been gettin’ cash
i been gettin’ racks, i been gettin’ f-ckin’ bags

if we hop in a whip, i swear it’s a jag
b-tch, don’t talk to me with your lil’ broke ass
trues on, walkin’ out the set
huh, yeah

i just paid a thousand for these motherf-ckin’ diamonds on my neck
boy, you a broke ass n-gga talkin’ bout a check
takin’ off like a jet, i ain’t lookin’ back
when that chopper hit that n-gga, yeah, break that n-gga back

b-tch, i done left on they ass
hop up in a whip, then i step on the gas
b-tch, f-ck with me, you know you catch the k
i don’t give no f-ck about nothin’, yeah, you know i f-cked his bae
diamonds on me, what he say
catch that lil’ n-gga, you know, crack his head like a tray
yeah, you know i got them bands
if you talk down on the gang, crack his head like a can

we know that you ain’t the man
they like, d-mn who the f-ck is he, you know who i am

just my closet bout a hundred racks
hit her off some natural sh-t, not a honey pack

f-ck the money up, get the money back
if i lose, be 100 and run it back
come on, rap got me rich, i’m doin’ that
if she ain’t doin’ for you, then ain’t no point in pursuin’ that

you ain’t got the money, but i ain’t got the work like you doin’ that
chatty n-gga type the crowd, to be booin’ that

- pree da yung og

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