[Verse 1: Twigg Martin]
I came in the game want'n more paper than Puff
Now I realize Puff paper ain't enough
Now I realize Hov paper ain't enough
So my foot up on the pedal tryin' meddle with these bucks
'til the death of me, 'til ain't nothin' left of me
Gettin' money, fuckin' hoes nigga that's the recipe
Dream filthy pedigree
Niggas can't step with me, apparently
Canons like the armory allegedly
You better have line when you see me about that power shit
Ain't no IOU, fuck that vowel shit
Brought my dogs hungry send 'em to devour shit
Send em for your lunch, for your dinner, or ??? shit
You ain't 'bout this life, where's your manuscript?
I'm the front of the bike, boy I just handle it
I ain't one of them tykes, boy I'm a big dog
I run in your bitch like a project vestibule after me stretchin' you
Unless she ask me what's next to do
I'm Jesus Christ descended bitch, I'm just blessin' you
I ain't runnin' with bitches or fraud niggas
Better yet, I ain't runnin' at all, nigga
The bigger you are, harder you fall, nigga
And I don't think you gonna live to recall, nigga
The sound track to my life to y'all niggas
Truthfully I'm just livin' to ball, nigga
Look here, statutory on the track, no rufee
Hashtag, motherfucking I so you me
Eyes on the prize, let the success grew me
Pardon me, the success might get to me
If you don't like it, fuck you, bitch sue me
I reside in the top don't need a roomie
Shit, I don't need no curtains on it
Bitches call me king twin while I'm squirtin' on it
Doc martin in the flesh, get the surgeon on it
Punch in and punch out, I'm just workin' on it
Oh you niggas is memories took the shotgun
You niggas broke with a pen ??? vodka
Boy I got the juice, I'm the motherfuckin' truth
My startin' line 3.5 this five dimes equivalent high times
Burnin' down with neon lights
A prime time still tryin' to fuck Dion White before 5 9
Hey yo 5 9
I came in the game want'n more paper than Puff
Now I realize Puff paper ain't enough
Now I realize Hov paper ain't enough
So my foot up on the pedal tryin' meddle with these bucks
'til the death of me, 'til ain't nothin' left of me
Gettin' money, fuckin' hoes nigga that's the recipe
Dream filthy pedigree
Niggas can't step with me, apparently
Canons like the armory allegedly
You better have line when you see me about that power shit
Ain't no IOU, fuck that vowel shit
Brought my dogs hungry send 'em to devour shit
Send em for your lunch, for your dinner, or ??? shit
You ain't 'bout this life, where's your manuscript?
I'm the front of the bike, boy I just handle it
I ain't one of them tykes, boy I'm a big dog
I run in your bitch like a project vestibule after me stretchin' you
Unless she ask me what's next to do
I'm Jesus Christ descended bitch, I'm just blessin' you
I ain't runnin' with bitches or fraud niggas
Better yet, I ain't runnin' at all, nigga
The bigger you are, harder you fall, nigga
And I don't think you gonna live to recall, nigga
The sound track to my life to y'all niggas
Truthfully I'm just livin' to ball, nigga
Look here, statutory on the track, no rufee
Hashtag, motherfucking I so you me
Eyes on the prize, let the success grew me
Pardon me, the success might get to me
If you don't like it, fuck you, bitch sue me
I reside in the top don't need a roomie
Shit, I don't need no curtains on it
Bitches call me king twin while I'm squirtin' on it
Doc martin in the flesh, get the surgeon on it
Punch in and punch out, I'm just workin' on it
Oh you niggas is memories took the shotgun
You niggas broke with a pen ??? vodka
Boy I got the juice, I'm the motherfuckin' truth
My startin' line 3.5 this five dimes equivalent high times
Burnin' down with neon lights
A prime time still tryin' to fuck Dion White before 5 9
Hey yo 5 9
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