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Rolling mad blunts, that's my origami All my verses fire, niggas spit wasabi Join your'put you on designers Started here with nothing, now a nigga grinding Now a nigga grinding, niggas getting shows Now I hit these shows and start demanding roles Once I get the roles, back to backing hoes Couple hundred for a verse, even more a show Know some ATL business, hope a nigga blow Audio dope, they stuff it in they nose Real street nigga, bought it from the cold Cops come knocking, you tell 'em you don't know 'hear my lines, say they love my flow Rappers hit my phone, say they verse is dope Please don't kill my vibe, I'm in a certain mode Spraying when a fallen nigga about his dough Nigga bout his dough A nigga about his dough A nigga 'bout his dough You're breaking bones or breaking barriers, I'm breaking them, too When we flip the switch then half a year it's taking them two We know your role, we know your type, you're playing missed me, too We don't know you, we don't owe you, take a picture, be cool I see the ways they tryna pay, read the scripture, be you Or grab a ratchet, get to tagging, rip a pistol in two SongtexteI'm hardly speaking on the subject when she all in my ear You know your role, baby girl, you just part of my peers Look, I'm gritty like eight was the section Your Phantom doors hit the floor when we hit a recession I'm headed overseas, all your flights are domestic We'll jump a nigga out the gym, all your fights are domestic You wanna go, throw your hands up, we gonna celebrate Look, I need to focus more, watch me meditate I hit him high as the sky now watch him levitate You say you begging to differ then we can set a date Nigga, I got bread to make On my mark, I'm setting my squad already, place they bets I take on fight 'cause PTO you more than new ATB4 Finna blow, we that C4, bomb wrap, we like Iraq In the building like two planes, boy, you know I play no games There it grows, I'm stunting on hoes, doing Brooklyn shows Since my shit was in the sauce, my dropping like' Shit, you lying here, my nigga, everything you hear is raw I'm a lion's den, my nigga Still a new jack, all my verses call a pooky Nobody firing shots at the general, they salute me A veteran in a year, Visine, my sight is clear Your facing a side mirror, it's closer than it appears Too legit, you should quit, watch me redefine hammer time And let your bitch blow me like 30 mil' before my deal It got too real and I forgot to have some fun with this Kelso and Shome, the track team, know we running shit Aus Songtexte Mania