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6 figures, couple songs but my niggas gone And they ain’t sitting on no stars that I’m wishing on Granny told me smoking all that weed will have your vision gone Never drop a tune to the same beat I writ it on Serving kittys long, swerving in my dingy dong I ain't stepping in the club if I can’t bring the thing along Just know it’s real rap, straight facts this ain’t no sing along I just wish my nigga D was here so we could sing a song Told him I won’t stop and I’m on job until the dinners long Even selling spice on the wing and throw it on the bong Another pad spin I’m beeping on the one I’m pissed off, sitting down the block thinking bout silly gwop When I touched roads little crop Two jobs, five quid a box I’m shutting down blocks and old t spots There nothing better then brown prof I switch spots if the towns hot, everywhere we go man can sell stuff If you knew my name you could just check me on the browser Counting money’s long, I need a money counter I get the Bobby doubled up and throw it in the press 5 milli views fuck it life’s been a mess And I ain’t celebrating life cause my niggas dead Fuck a little check, I’m putting deezy on my neck Deezy on my chest make it look easy when I flex Little punks never been a threat, wake up gotta go get With my stove yes, oh yes I need my own clothes next SongtexteI got stones on the stove and I got dough to collect Polls in the dent, I’m working on my project Roads are a mess, phones will have me depressed I’m thinking shows or the Rex, is it the scales or the decks? Got me weighing up my options trying to see what’s next If I get grabbed with any pack I’m going straight to the pen Voices in my head telling me to break it again Same time my niggas dead I gotta make it for them Let me drop a freestyle no more waiting again I drop it straight of the head, music game a load of stress I got no patience for them Niggas stealing my flow, they better pay me for them Over 100k in a day don’t take the piss silly numbers make me sick Now I’m getting paid legit, I don’t know what to say to this, let’s see who raps the craziest I’m just a nasty little stone seller, first vid milli views with no pressure Fuck a plaque I just wish I could show Tecca Obviously I can’t chat forever You my brother if we ever sold a pack together I love money but I really need the whole game No games I hurt the rap I hurt the roads I gotta roll safe Name hot so I don’t show face But I just wish that I could show Fabes Or a see the look on little bro’s face I’d be surprised if they don’t hate Flipping and I’m wishing well I hope it goes great I’m on my own dropping flows at my bros grave Freestyling and wilin’ until my throat aches You would’ve died if you seen what my shitty little phone makes Wrap it and stash I ain’t using no safe Send my youngin with the packet and tell him roll safe I woke up dreaming bout the dope game, shits fucked, crazy how the roads changed, and shits different from the old days I used to think when I’m older I want 20 macs and 10 gold chains, a big range or sick benz Shit started off crazy we gone see how this shit ends Aus Songtexte Mania