Woeful, you made this?
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Bow, bow, gang-gang-gang
OG the fuck up
Money don't make shit better
Free the guys, we was always together
Now we talkin' through phones, through line
I move grippy 'cause we can't let them niggas get us
They don't like how I talk on the beat
They just wanna see me in the street
If you smokin' my dead, I'ma see you and tweak
I got accurate aim 'cause I'm really elite
Now I'm famous, niggas wanna, "Bro" me
Niggas is not my mains and my homie
I'm too smart, they cannot backdoor me
If you with me, you gotta show me
I just be deep in my thoughts
Crazy, bro, I got everything I want
Go to the store, I don't ask it cost
If I see funny movement, I'ma have to toss
That's just the way that I live
Now I'm the one puttin' food in the fridge
Providin' for all my family members
And all my guys locked up doin' bids
For my daughter I gotta move tact
She the reason I'm gettin' these racks
Gotta make it back home for you and your mother
So, baby girl, I cannot lack
That's a fact
High speed, I can't go with the strap
Tinted the V, they be askin', "Who that?"
Where would I be if it wasn't for rap?
I just be wishin' my dad come back
Money don't make shit better
Free the guys, we was always together
Now we talkin' through phones, through lit
We move grippy 'cause we can't let them niggas get us
They don't like how I talk on the beat
They just wanna see me in the street
If you smokin' my dead, I'ma see you and tweak
I got accurate aim 'cause I'm really elite
Grah-grah, boom!