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Fuck being rich, yo, I need some wealth

All black attire and I'm doing stealth

They worry 'bout their money, yeah, I need my health

And I'm out the country undefeated, I don't have a belt

Yeah, unless the belt is Gucci, Louis, Prada, shoes Buscemi

Beating up her coochi 'til she tap out and I'm semi

3 A.M. phone calls asking if I'm ready

I just tell them that I'm ready,

'Cause this life is never steady, yeah

I just bought another prezi, yeah

Got some burners and they heavy, yeah

'Cause I'm praying that they'll fall off, yeah

But I guess that's just the envy, yeah

Got some weight on my position, yeah

Settle down, you must be tired, yeah

Settle down and I retire, yeah

Fuck this time, I still fly her, yeah

I'm getting higher, yeah

Fuck the rider, I'm a grinder, give me fivers

My brother's keeper, I hear no finder

I bought a new home, so Marje ask the price, ah

So I surprise her, got a call on my Lyca, yeah

Pull up anywhere, even at the crime scene, yeah

If I want him then I'll find him, yeah

I thought I left all that behind me, yeah

No chicken piece, I got a side piece, yeah

I might guilty, bitch, I might be

I like the watch there, oh, I'ma buy three

There still no timer, bring my time peace

I've been slanging, banging, selling on the side street

I'm in the US, I got some blue faces

I ain't from Compton and now I'm laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)

Yeah, and now I'm laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)

Maximum tints upon the car (Uh), so no looking when it's parked (Uh)

Might be fucking on your broad, and I do this same old abroad