Law Rich Amiri
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[Intro]
Ima jus' go straight off the top like this, watch
I got big boy diamonds, I'm drippin' civilian, hell you talkin' 'bout
Talk to 'em Chase
Yeah
[Chorus]
I was rollin' 'round the city I was tryna catch a lick
Shawty blowin' up my phone, I don't got time for that bitch
Army official, killer army it's NUMBER (N)INE with the Rick
Flooded up a plain AP with diamonds on this shit
You don't work then you don't eat, that's law
Get caught up don't sign a P, that's law
If you let your brother eat, yeah that's law
I kill for you, you kill for me, yeah that's law
[Verse]
Piped up (Piped up), go grab your weapon
Think I spent like $1450 and that's only on Essentials
All my opps broke, poor as fuck, I feel bad I might help 'em
Stack your money, never spend it
You can't say that I ain't tell 'em
I'm a real deal sinner, but I preach like I'm a reverend
I got bad bitches 'round me, shawty go and make it sexy
I will flirt with her friend, now she goin' through our messages
Who decides war on my body you can't stand like this
You can't live this lifestyle, baby you not meant for this
My young nigga prolly kill you for a necklace
I just spill' my lean on my jeans now I'm mad as shit
Still payin' up the Wock, but I do miss Actavis
Ima jus' go straight off the top like this, watch
I got big boy diamonds, I'm drippin' civilian, hell you talkin' 'bout
Talk to 'em Chase
Yeah
[Chorus]
I was rollin' 'round the city I was tryna catch a lick
Shawty blowin' up my phone, I don't got time for that bitch
Army official, killer army it's NUMBER (N)INE with the Rick
Flooded up a plain AP with diamonds on this shit
You don't work then you don't eat, that's law
Get caught up don't sign a P, that's law
If you let your brother eat, yeah that's law
I kill for you, you kill for me, yeah that's law
[Verse]
Piped up (Piped up), go grab your weapon
Think I spent like $1450 and that's only on Essentials
All my opps broke, poor as fuck, I feel bad I might help 'em
Stack your money, never spend it
You can't say that I ain't tell 'em
I'm a real deal sinner, but I preach like I'm a reverend
I got bad bitches 'round me, shawty go and make it sexy
I will flirt with her friend, now she goin' through our messages
Who decides war on my body you can't stand like this
You can't live this lifestyle, baby you not meant for this
My young nigga prolly kill you for a necklace
I just spill' my lean on my jeans now I'm mad as shit
Still payin' up the Wock, but I do miss Actavis
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