Im turning losses to wins
Raised by bosses and kings
Grew round shotties and spins
But now I’m whipping the rex
I can't live with regrets
Had to figure my steps and niggas living in debt wasting time in a bookie i built a line from a rookie i used to grind off the cookie started whipping up coke spent a jib on my coat had to black out the coupe told cuzzy strap up a zoot about to map out the route got j-ones on my feet 41 on my sleeve i make funds when i sleep still stuck in the streets factory ice in the bezel these niggas signing for kettles i built a line from the pebbles used to grind on my pedals now im pushing this foreign had to cook up some lauren spent my teens in the flats my nigga bees in the trap used to sleep with the cats the fans feeling my tracks all this be on my back turn these zees to a stack with no reason to cap better sleep with your strap Ive been doubling O’s you niggas cuffing these hoes feel like im stuck on these roads just me and me and the benz cause i dont need any friends im trying to get to the bag you’re probably stressed by a slag come and left with a bag i ain't repping a flag im getting old for the shit told cuzzy he throw me a brick i put o’s on my strip thats raw dope in the mix and more coke on my on my kicks still coat with the kits cause im still in these streets i keep flipping the rees them niggas living between shes trying to kick it with zee all this gold on my neck i need a frozen patek i say no to the met told sarge show some respect i ain't taking a stop im putting flake in the pot about to make it to rock the win came with a loss i lost touch with my friend i thought that love couldn't end till he snaked me for p and i put faith in my g all this cake in my jeans but shit ain't what it seems got four pipes on a whip trying to fly me a brick i could light up a strip had to lie to my bitch just to keep her in check my bro seen as a threat now we speak on the tech or he sees on the net i hit a million views i see my nigga on the news i need to live in the booth but im delivering food like im deliver the roo say im living the proof but im still in my trap with all these kittens and cats cause all these niggas just rats ive been dripping like taps got all this ice in my key told cuz i might need a re i dont get why niggas pree sure i come out the mud used to fuck with the bud the price changed cause of bug its got me paying a killing im trying to aim for a million got louis v on my feet im probably killing a beat same time im still in the street most these drillers are neeks more time just hustled got quarter pie in the duffel got all this ice on my knuckle i told that bitch she could leave you know the whips probably leased i got a flip for my niece need mommy living in peace so i keep flipping this grease
Raised by bosses and kings
Grew round shotties and spins
But now I’m whipping the rex
I can't live with regrets
Had to figure my steps and niggas living in debt wasting time in a bookie i built a line from a rookie i used to grind off the cookie started whipping up coke spent a jib on my coat had to black out the coupe told cuzzy strap up a zoot about to map out the route got j-ones on my feet 41 on my sleeve i make funds when i sleep still stuck in the streets factory ice in the bezel these niggas signing for kettles i built a line from the pebbles used to grind on my pedals now im pushing this foreign had to cook up some lauren spent my teens in the flats my nigga bees in the trap used to sleep with the cats the fans feeling my tracks all this be on my back turn these zees to a stack with no reason to cap better sleep with your strap Ive been doubling O’s you niggas cuffing these hoes feel like im stuck on these roads just me and me and the benz cause i dont need any friends im trying to get to the bag you’re probably stressed by a slag come and left with a bag i ain't repping a flag im getting old for the shit told cuzzy he throw me a brick i put o’s on my strip thats raw dope in the mix and more coke on my on my kicks still coat with the kits cause im still in these streets i keep flipping the rees them niggas living between shes trying to kick it with zee all this gold on my neck i need a frozen patek i say no to the met told sarge show some respect i ain't taking a stop im putting flake in the pot about to make it to rock the win came with a loss i lost touch with my friend i thought that love couldn't end till he snaked me for p and i put faith in my g all this cake in my jeans but shit ain't what it seems got four pipes on a whip trying to fly me a brick i could light up a strip had to lie to my bitch just to keep her in check my bro seen as a threat now we speak on the tech or he sees on the net i hit a million views i see my nigga on the news i need to live in the booth but im delivering food like im deliver the roo say im living the proof but im still in my trap with all these kittens and cats cause all these niggas just rats ive been dripping like taps got all this ice in my key told cuz i might need a re i dont get why niggas pree sure i come out the mud used to fuck with the bud the price changed cause of bug its got me paying a killing im trying to aim for a million got louis v on my feet im probably killing a beat same time im still in the street most these drillers are neeks more time just hustled got quarter pie in the duffel got all this ice on my knuckle i told that bitch she could leave you know the whips probably leased i got a flip for my niece need mommy living in peace so i keep flipping this grease
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