[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Supposedly, whenever niggas [?] bad for me
In person they want autographs, pictures with they family
In my DM's with that wack ass music, nagging me
Find out what I charge for a feature, then be mad at me
All the hoes get blessed when [?] around, like they got alergies
You don't pay for shit, [?] audacity
This my stratigy
I'll spend that shit and get it back when we in Tennessee
They made fun of me in school, clothes raggity
Mama couldn't get me name brand on our sallary
[?] put me in the punches, brutality
I knеw I was facing 30 years, did it happily
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
9 grams in that loose leaf, is a copasity
I had an accsеdent, came back harder like I'm Cassidy
I heard I was the dopest nigga out, but ain't no bagging me
I made a lotta cream off the ice, no Master P
Cuban [?] my AP cost a half a slab
Master everything that I do, I got [?] gift for gab
I'm on his ass, he try to run, you know them switches fast
Tryna make a million fucking dollars, fuck getting some ass
Guess what? You niggas ass backwards
Before I ever picked up a mic, I was a glass rapper
Now they pay me to talk my shit, I used to rap a brick
Ghetto boy, grinding out the mud, now my statis [?]
Supposedly, whenever niggas [?] bad for me
In person they want autographs, pictures with they family
In my DM's with that wack ass music, nagging me
Find out what I charge for a feature, then be mad at me
All the hoes get blessed when [?] around, like they got alergies
You don't pay for shit, [?] audacity
This my stratigy
I'll spend that shit and get it back when we in Tennessee
They made fun of me in school, clothes raggity
Mama couldn't get me name brand on our sallary
[?] put me in the punches, brutality
I knеw I was facing 30 years, did it happily
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
9 grams in that loose leaf, is a copasity
I had an accsеdent, came back harder like I'm Cassidy
I heard I was the dopest nigga out, but ain't no bagging me
I made a lotta cream off the ice, no Master P
Cuban [?] my AP cost a half a slab
Master everything that I do, I got [?] gift for gab
I'm on his ass, he try to run, you know them switches fast
Tryna make a million fucking dollars, fuck getting some ass
Guess what? You niggas ass backwards
Before I ever picked up a mic, I was a glass rapper
Now they pay me to talk my shit, I used to rap a brick
Ghetto boy, grinding out the mud, now my statis [?]
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