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Ah It really ain't shit to talk about I do this shit for the streets Straight like that though Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well, in a nutshell To labels, I'ma upsell street credit plus sells They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong A half a million bucks later, yup, they still pray to see us fail I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit Bag the big up in eight balls, only take twenty minutes And niggas know my face card, run it up, I don't take long Far as albums, I hatе y'all's, my shit be really hittin' Threw a dufflе bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass Impossible, I blew through obstacles niggas struggled past Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that Humble flex, this Cartier drippin', doin' jumpin' jacks Can't take niggas serious, I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious My bitch be like, "Period" SongtexteStones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Erie get Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't give me shit Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creep back sporadically Put a brick around me and that'll be assault and battery My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me The mail stacked up so I'm sittin' on checks What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin', on set I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminole's at You know, Jacksonville to Tampa Bay like I'm Leonard Fournette I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient The patient ones up, the others just want cases Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin' When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', uh Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat Aus Songtexte Mania