[00:01.39]Uh, First off, no I ain't soft
[00:02.25]Eeny meeny, any one of you will get broke off
[00:04.91]Sayin' you the truth nigga look like false
[00:07.49]Just talk too much and you look like narcs
[00:10.15]More than the king look up to the gods
[00:11.92]In my own lane your shit garbage, my shit poppin' your shit Amish
[00:17.32]I been grindin', no other option
[00:20.04]We ain't even started, still the beginning
[00:22.78]Tell them this my shot with a lime and a lemon
[00:25.44]It's no more limits it's ho's in my linen
[00:27.28]There's holes in your story you been telling for a minute
[00:30.04]Been all round the city never seen you in it
[00:32.74]Back then with a 4X tee and a fitted, riddin' in a bucket but I paid for that shit
[00:38.19]Still got it, just dropped thirty K in that bitch
[00:40.89]Blunt long as an AK, sprayin' in this bitch
[00:43.55]Same nigga since day 1, you gay nigga' switch
[00:45.34]When the dough start coming tell em' live is a risk
[00:48.01]Talkin' bout bars got life get a grip
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[01:00.63]I said work's never over, money gettin' older
[01:04.26]Never see me walking with a chip on my shoulder
[01:06.05]Show price going up, every single quarter
[01:08.75]Got you nigga's cornered, call the fuckin' coroner
[01:11.40]Out of town, all the time, I'm a foreigner
[01:14.16]In a foreign girl, I can transform ya
[01:16.80]Reppin' that West side California
[01:19.59]Make a wrong turn, your chain in the pawn shop
[01:22.26]Streets ain't playin', nigga's back on they bullshit
[01:24.08]Better find an OG and get to payin' dues bitch
[01:27.67]I said I'm good in the hood yo
[01:30.32]And you nigga's wifen hood ho's
[01:33.02]Hold up, said hold up
[01:34.87]Me? Nigga get ran over
[01:37.56]Rose up from the roaches
[01:39.34]Now I need a crib big enough to fit a boat in motha fucka
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[02:02.76]Rifles out, beard like the Russians
[02:05.41]Octagon tub in the silk drawers, the dutches
[02:08.16]Model that clayborne, posing in black sayin' the day gone
[02:10.88]Swimmin trunks gold, with the suede on it
[02:13.56]The rap version of Frank Ward, the mad cape and the sword
[02:16.25]Home in Columbia call me a killa
[02:18.03]Fried fish Friday's, fresh to death, waves are sideways
[02:21.64]Blunt out, I'm ready to buy [?] paper bag stunna
[02:24.30]Trench coat 40 on the throat, all I know, take money, wanna?
[02:28.88]Besides bread max in lounges, feet up coolin'
[02:31.54]Merlot bottles get blown by the thousands
[02:33.39]Heard I was browsing, but I was upstairs
[02:36.03]In the room chillin' smoking bout to blow hundred thousand
[02:38.78]Real niggas wiling, fucking on the balcony styling, remember the family
[02:43.21]Peace I'm out Ink
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