[Verse 1]
Always workin', sittin' chillin' won't get a million
We got extensions on the pistol, the clip Brazalian
You might know me from URL, we in the building
I'm that Maryland nigga Smack called for the killings
Niggas know i'm hot, for them I couldn't say the same
I'm smokin' on Khalifa kush outta paper planes
Try and take a chain, get a Buck 50 that's Major Payne
I make a razor appear from my mouth like David Blaine
Niggas get they momma cut for tryna stunt
You want a fade, the blade'll give you any design you want
Think Roc a chump till I pop the trunk, I got the pump
Come to your crib, run niggas out like I'm Donald Trump
I'm never gon' lose, thought I would never shine
Now I'm here, Flex, makin' upper-echelon moves
I rock Designer when the weather all cool
Them Giuseppe's got gold buckles like Leprachaun shoes
Niggas ain't gotta feel me, bitches ain't gotta love me
All I need is my blunt, hammer and God above me
When you at the bottom broke as a joke it's not as funny
I'm just tryna turn this flow I got into a lotta money
Let me in the industry, it's gon' be a fuckin' problem
I'm snatchin' niggas Rollies off 'em when I come across 'em
I come through with the Cave, we the 300 Spartan
And I just put a lens on the Tommy, shout out to Martin
Ain't nothin' new, I've been this awesome since kindergarten
Get involved in my business, get planted in the garden
If niggas starvin', we get to robbin'
Lookin' for whoever got beef with the sticks, we shish kebabin'
You know I'm sick, get the Sudafeds
Xannies and Percs on deck for whoever that do the meds
Rudolph the reigns, dear Santa, the coupe is red
Niggas run through the bread
My belt buckle left a Medusa head
Nigga, I let it ring from the finger like newlyweds
Quick to draw, get you outlined what I do with lead
Pussy you hard of hearin' till you was dead
Words in one ear and out the other till a bullet go thru your head
Hear me now? I'm not your folks
I will pop the toast, shots'll go
Through your Rolls Royce Wraith, you comin' out a Ghost
It's funny till you die laughin' thinkin' Roc a joke
Keep your chopper close
We catch you slippin', that's vamanos
Adios, 1800 ain't the block to post
Youngins is starvin' and killin' whoever got the most
I was a wild youngin too without a drop of hope
One time I made 1500 off a block of soap
Always workin', sittin' chillin' won't get a million
We got extensions on the pistol, the clip Brazalian
You might know me from URL, we in the building
I'm that Maryland nigga Smack called for the killings
Niggas know i'm hot, for them I couldn't say the same
I'm smokin' on Khalifa kush outta paper planes
Try and take a chain, get a Buck 50 that's Major Payne
I make a razor appear from my mouth like David Blaine
Niggas get they momma cut for tryna stunt
You want a fade, the blade'll give you any design you want
Think Roc a chump till I pop the trunk, I got the pump
Come to your crib, run niggas out like I'm Donald Trump
I'm never gon' lose, thought I would never shine
Now I'm here, Flex, makin' upper-echelon moves
I rock Designer when the weather all cool
Them Giuseppe's got gold buckles like Leprachaun shoes
Niggas ain't gotta feel me, bitches ain't gotta love me
All I need is my blunt, hammer and God above me
When you at the bottom broke as a joke it's not as funny
I'm just tryna turn this flow I got into a lotta money
Let me in the industry, it's gon' be a fuckin' problem
I'm snatchin' niggas Rollies off 'em when I come across 'em
I come through with the Cave, we the 300 Spartan
And I just put a lens on the Tommy, shout out to Martin
Ain't nothin' new, I've been this awesome since kindergarten
Get involved in my business, get planted in the garden
If niggas starvin', we get to robbin'
Lookin' for whoever got beef with the sticks, we shish kebabin'
You know I'm sick, get the Sudafeds
Xannies and Percs on deck for whoever that do the meds
Rudolph the reigns, dear Santa, the coupe is red
Niggas run through the bread
My belt buckle left a Medusa head
Nigga, I let it ring from the finger like newlyweds
Quick to draw, get you outlined what I do with lead
Pussy you hard of hearin' till you was dead
Words in one ear and out the other till a bullet go thru your head
Hear me now? I'm not your folks
I will pop the toast, shots'll go
Through your Rolls Royce Wraith, you comin' out a Ghost
It's funny till you die laughin' thinkin' Roc a joke
Keep your chopper close
We catch you slippin', that's vamanos
Adios, 1800 ain't the block to post
Youngins is starvin' and killin' whoever got the most
I was a wild youngin too without a drop of hope
One time I made 1500 off a block of soap
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