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i’m in the street waist-deep, i hope my men don’t cross me
repent with trap money, i put ten in the offerin’
my moves calculated, i can’t even stand to fall
assault rifle slangin’ put you p-ssies in the clouds
so much hate in your heart, can’t even say your prayer
plus that handshake you gave me ain’t matchin’ your smile
i’m on my sh-t they sick, i make ’em call [?]
i be the only one, only one of one, what about yours?

right now i splashin’ cause all of these not no air force ones
i’m two fivin’ my backwoods on to each my lungs
and i got extras off the shhhh, so i’m buying charms
and this a forty-one buss it to compliment my arm
all my pieces together they came with an alarm
sixth man robert horry, how many he want?
you got rich rappin’- try trappin’ wrappin’ tons
sopranos in my trait, man i could’ve been a don’s son
i’m an album more he spazzin say he on one
use to roll off of benz’ now i own one
résumé’ll stack, it ain’t none and done
and if the smoke don’t clear, the hit’s still on

i’m in the street waist-deep, i hope my men don’t cross me
repent with trap money, i put ten in the offerin’
my moves calculated, i can’t even stand to fall
assault rifle slangin’ put you p-ssies in the clouds
so much hate in your heart, can’t even say your prayer
plus that handshake you gave me ain’t matchin’ your smile
i’m on my sh-t they sick, i make ’em call [?]
i be the only one, only one of one, what about yours?
i’m the one tweakin tryna make it out the jungle
i hope you got insurance cause my lil’ partner gon’ slump ya
four ten pump, tryna push your face back
attach the drum on the stick, [?]
mama hit my phone praying daily that i change
so i put money in the church just to wash away the pain
be careful what you say b-tch or you’ll talk and start a war mayne
and watch for rico n-ggas in the clique, they havin mood sw-ngs
i’m still 448 descrippin’ b-tch i love to cap
bussin’ bales in the tub, this like two off of scr-ps
i brought cali to the eight, i got straight off of cannabis
all my white clientele say my bud be excellent

i’m in the street waist-deep, i hope my men don’t cross me
repent with trap money, i put ten in the offerin’
my moves calculated, i can’t even stand to fall
assault rifle slangin’ put you p-ssies in the clouds
so much hate in your heart, can’t even say your prayer
plus that handshake you gave me ain’t matchin’ your smile
i’m on my sh-t they sick, i make ’em call [?]
i be the only one, only one of one, what about yours?

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