Cullinan Casey Veggies (Ft. RJmrLA)
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[Intro: Casey Veggies]
(Radioaktive)
I'm no longer the, you know what I'm sayin'
Man I used to be
On some new shit, yeah
[Chorus: Casey Veggies]
Came from the bottom, now I'm chosen
I don't want them diamonds, they ain't frozen
Yeah, been knew that since a young nigga I done growed up
I done cashed that check, I done glowed up
Baby run that back, what you want?
I can run that sack up alone
Young nigga gettin' money with the old niggas
I can never wife up no gold digger
[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
My Cullinan that truck, brand new Rolls, nigga
Get money but I'll never sell my soul
From the 90's but I got game from the dope dealers
Taught me how to keep my bank account on swole, nigga
When it's just me in them trenches I can't fold
Catch a body, I can never tell a soul, nigga
To this lifestyle we was young, we got exposed to it
Yeah, my mom and my pops raised a go-getter
Yeah, my life like the scene fresh off Belly
It be murder all around me, free Melly
Break it clean, I ain't never had no celly
But I'm gettin' calls from the jail, what they gon' tell me?
Aw man
(Radioaktive)
I'm no longer the, you know what I'm sayin'
Man I used to be
On some new shit, yeah
[Chorus: Casey Veggies]
Came from the bottom, now I'm chosen
I don't want them diamonds, they ain't frozen
Yeah, been knew that since a young nigga I done growed up
I done cashed that check, I done glowed up
Baby run that back, what you want?
I can run that sack up alone
Young nigga gettin' money with the old niggas
I can never wife up no gold digger
[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
My Cullinan that truck, brand new Rolls, nigga
Get money but I'll never sell my soul
From the 90's but I got game from the dope dealers
Taught me how to keep my bank account on swole, nigga
When it's just me in them trenches I can't fold
Catch a body, I can never tell a soul, nigga
To this lifestyle we was young, we got exposed to it
Yeah, my mom and my pops raised a go-getter
Yeah, my life like the scene fresh off Belly
It be murder all around me, free Melly
Break it clean, I ain't never had no celly
But I'm gettin' calls from the jail, what they gon' tell me?
Aw man
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