They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin' like I got a point to prove
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin' like I got a point to prove
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Swipin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
I got a rich nigga attitude
I never seen a bitch bad as you
They never heard of numbers this low
You can drop the ticket when you grow
If you don't know, now you know
I'm a plug baby on the low
He not a real nigga, he a hoe
I had to sell a brick in the snow
I had to sell a cutie at the store
I had the key, it was under control
I take a beat and I pour out my soul
Come here baby girl I want your soul
Heard they jumped y'all then ya told
Damn
You only got caught with a gram
I really don't understand
I'm a boss, understand
These niggas know I'm the socket
I keep a belt in my closet
I just sit down and I count up the profit
Grab me a shoebox and make a deposit
That how you live when you sellin' narcotics
I'm on the radar, the Feds, I'm a target
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin' like I got a point to prove
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They don't wanna see a nigga win
They just wanna see a nigga lose
They just wanna see a nigga lose
Way up here in Buscemi shoes
Trappin' like I got a point to prove
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
Swipin' like I got nothin' to lose
Trappin' like I got nothin' to lose
I got a rich nigga attitude
I never seen a bitch bad as you
They never heard of numbers this low
You can drop the ticket when you grow
If you don't know, now you know
I'm a plug baby on the low
He not a real nigga, he a hoe
I had to sell a brick in the snow
I had to sell a cutie at the store
I had the key, it was under control
I take a beat and I pour out my soul
Come here baby girl I want your soul
Heard they jumped y'all then ya told
Damn
You only got caught with a gram
I really don't understand
I'm a boss, understand
These niggas know I'm the socket
I keep a belt in my closet
I just sit down and I count up the profit
Grab me a shoebox and make a deposit
That how you live when you sellin' narcotics
I'm on the radar, the Feds, I'm a target
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