Ayo, ayo, ayo
Ayo, I’m in the Aston shootin’ out the passenger side
Life is lavish, we classic
n#gg#s lackin’, passing ’em by
Beautiful mind, beautiful rhyme
Drum on the stick, massive
Still packin’ dope on Saturdays
When n#gg#s fiend for dope who had to drive to work
It couldn’t swim its like my wrist be automatic, yours is tragic
Pistol plastic, pistol addicts
Brain magic, flip your whole block solo
Split that sh#t two times if I see kids, it’s a no go
TNT, ain’t nobody seeing me
A shooter on his fifth line, he think he seeing things
Seeing everything, I’m talking wrong things, right things
With the M16, he only nineteen, you’d think he saw green
Forever, I scream
Supreme North Face pocket
Got the order for five fiends
Man slaughter on your recorder
You know the vibes be
Candyman, it’s murder when I arrive on the scene
sh#t get dangerous, no famous sh#t
Became the fan favorite
Fools spitting falsified flows, its all flavorless
Got sh#t in the chokehold, give a f#ck if I made your list
I made brick money, talking sh#t, having my way with this
From MDMA, you was 840, I made him pay for zips
Crush a rock with a quarter on the table and take a sniff
Dropped all of my sins on the street corner and saved the blessings
Smoked the trees out the Bible cage, my brain waves is reckless
Spray the weapon, shells go through FLYGOD [?]
Coming live from where they banging and scamming
Little n#gg#s on jokers stash making more than they parents
A little know-how and your bank profile turn to a dough pal
And cheddar getter aura make all of the hoes go down
Bet against the squad, you picked the worst lane
Stash your dope from the plates that I ate off like Hitler first name
Finesse you like Bernie Madoff in some rehearsed game
Was born with this, seen too many fail, I can’t afford to slip
Went from fleeing many felony charges to fortunate
Fly fashion rebel f#cking on your fiancé
Living fast for the funds, did stick ups with Andre
Fast forward, now its 400 dollars when we eat entrees
Your b#tch c#m to my songs on long play
Repeat the playlist, you just a pion
Everything beyond greatness, GxFR
Get her neck scar, my best fiend from Union Square
Who buy hard, he look like Brett Favre
Work on my aim and be a sharp shooter like Bret Hart
When my sh#t come on it’s the best part, n#gg#
f#ck outta here
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