MONEY & FAME 22Gz

[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Long live the fallen Blixkys
Free them steppers, free them twirlers
And on my biggest enemy, it's idol time
(This is the sound)

[Verse]
All this money and this fame, can't let it drive me crazy
Baby mama pregnant, pray I get to meet the baby
I can't let these niggas take me out, you must be brazy
Brodie got hit up, if I was there, I would've saved him
Product of the streets, I'm proud to say, "Look what it made me"
Gotta watch the circle, even family be shaky
I can't let 'em get to close to me, these niggas snaky
Bet I up the blicky first 'cause I can't let 'em take me
We lost three in a year (R.I.P.)
We ran all out of tears (All out of tears)
I'ma dump from the passenger, bro gon' shoot from the rear (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
And wherever we catch him at, bitch, we leavin' him there (Man down)
Fourth quarter we clutchin', we pullin' up anywhere (Skrrt, skrrt)
Went from bobbin' and weavin' to uppin' and squeezin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I done turned to a demon, I hardly be speakin' (Gang, gang, gang)
Pussy press a button, bet my tounge he hit the kill switch (Rrah, rrah)
Bro was on them Percs when he got hit, said he ain't feel shit (Skrrt, skrrt)
Opps go in the dirt, aim for his māthā, he won't feel shit (Bop, bop, bop)
See him tryna steal shit (Who invented trill shit? Me)
Spot him, we gon' spill shit (All we know is pill shit, real shit)
I been gettin' money on some trill shit (Bands, bands, racks, racks)