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Yeah (Got that petrol) Nigga (Yeah, yeah) Back to makin' this classic shit , you know what I'm sayin'? I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks Drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage (**** it) Got that Cash App goin' braze Work like a slave pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race (nigga, it's a rat race Nigga, I'm what this hustlin' made m The real ones out my circle shape me Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me I'm not perfect baby All them niggas and it hurts they hate m Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me Fremont raised me It catted off and my dog caught rabies And my catalog is all that HD Don't make me wait, please Take too long? That's late fees I break redbones you break even On God and demons When I kneel and pray up to the skies Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies? Who decides who live or dies? Know my co-defendant won't get no surprise Take mines and put his onto the side Let my middle finger rise high, I be outside if I want to Send a addy, on God, I'ma rush through I stop niggas, finna slide on that one foo Niggas swallowing they pride like it's lunch foo Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chop-chop-chop And that nigga ain't alive if he riding in my trun Trumped up charges on my dog an' 'em Flights out of Boston eating frog, man Blue face, pink face, gettin' all 'em When I had the heat case, couldn't call them Orange 10s in a sports Benz, ain't no Porsches Top drop on the 110, it's like it's morphin' Scorchin', southeast, Orleans & York an' She need endorsements Them Porsche wings got her snorkelin' Fortunes, money spent but it's bringing more in Pourin' in, if it ain't me, it ain't important I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks Drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage Got that Cash App goin' braze Work like a slave pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race (nigga, it's a rat race I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks Drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage (**** it) Got that Cash App goin' braze Work like a slave pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race (nigga, it's a rat race I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on a blade, fingers full of rocks Drove a yacht through my wave When they shut down the Backpage Got that Cash App goin' braze Work like a slave pay your car notes and all Dress up for fame to compete with the stars It's a rat race (nigga, it's a rat race Got that Cash App goin' braze
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