Legendary sh#t, n#gg# (Yeah)
Legendary sh#t from here on out, n#gg#
Let’s go
You know I’m a legend, b#tch, you know I’m a legend
All of my bros keep a [?] possession
We shoot at and missed, man, Allah must have blessed him
He must have been prayin’, like Lord is my shepherd
*record break*
DJ T, think OJ
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up (Ahaha)
Hol’ up, brotha, hol’ up, hol’ up, man
Run that sh#t back, we gotta start that from the beginning
They gotta– they gotta catch all that
They gotta catch all that, run that sh#t back, DJ T
I told you n#gg#s! (Yeah)
I told you n#gg#s, this just the appetizer
February 25th, n#gg#
You know I’m a legend, b#tch, you know I’m a legend
All of my bros keep a [?] possession
We shoot at and missеd, man, our Lord must have blessed him
Hе must have been prayin’, like Lord is my shepherd
Hood ain’t the same since my bro got arrested
I thank the Lord that he only got seven
Keep thinkin’ I’m p#ss#, I’m blowin’ this [?]
You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grra, grra, grra)
Put up numbers like Kobe ’07
I feel like I’m Mike in them Jordan 11s
Mixed stones in my bezel, the Rolly impressive (Woo, woo)
(Talk to ’em) Them lil’ n#gg#s still gotta get on my level
If they want smoke, then you know it’s whatever
They rappin’ ’bout blow that we know they not– (Stop it, ahah)
Uh, bro, they gotta stop this sh#t
Why every song ’bout a opp’ and rig?
When they life really the opposite (Hahaa)
I just sit back and I watch this sh#t
Bust down the Benz so the watch can hit
The car was five hundred, so I can sit (Woo)
On the backseat, it’s too hot from stick (Brrr)
Park right in front of the club (Yeah)
Ice on my neck like I’m Gunna and Thug
Cool with the hate ’cause it come with the love
This is my life, sex, money, and drugs (Uh)
I take my gun in the club (Yeah)
My bottles come in a tub (They comin’)
Street résumé and [I’m the smudge?] (I know)
Smut on my name, that’s a dub (Official)
That’s on everything that I love (Woo)
I just give a n#gg# dub (Woo)
He gon’ leave you swimmin’ in blood (Woo)
He gon’ come get it in blood
You know I’m a legend, b#tch, you know I’m a legend
All of my bros keep a [?] possession
We shoot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him
He must have been prayin’, like Lord is my shepherd
Hood ain’t the same since my bro got arrested
I thank the Lord that he only got seven
Keep thinkin’ I’m p#ss#, I’m blowin’ this [?]
You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grrr)
Free Cuda!
That’s your bro, you should tell him that we got his low
And it’s up when we catch him
I know the parolies, I know all the felons
They just came home, and they two overzealous
They know it’s some [?] in the house, they can smell it
They kick in your door, checkin’ [?]
My homie gon’ send fifty joints if I tell him
Said I can come get ’em, or he can just mail it
And you could just wire the [?] or just sell it
And come back. and get fifty more when you ready
You think she a dime, but she really a seven
Her p#ss# on Only Fans, but she don’t sell it (Ahaha)
I didn’t pay anyway, I didn’t sweat it
That p#ss# was garbage, so she coulda kept it
You say you that n#gg# if I let you tell ’em
We asked about you, you really irrelevant
n#gg#s ain’t try for that bag, they got settlement (Hahaha)
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