I’m a bag runner, ain’t no havin’ fun cause it’s a bag summer
I treat my life like a grown man, i’m a cash hunter
Told k3, k4, and b3 be smooth, they got bash wit’ ‘em
They know that them my bruddas, in a second i’ll hit the dash wit’ ‘em
Small circle, unt un, they don’t like purple
Break ya heart, did i do that? but i ain’t urkel
Keep on actin’ like a baby, we gon’ have to burp him
g#dd#mn, oh my bad, i ain’t even mean to hurt him
Jazmine walk up in the party, it’s gon get lit
Simple person, she ain’t worried ‘bout that ice on wrist
Come and get a plate, yea her name on that list
f#ckin’ wit’ her, you gon’ end up in a pit
Value all my family, i’ll make sure that they proud of me
Cause without they love and support, i wonder just where i would be
Helped when i was down, helped me come to my senses
If you need a blue strip, ask, i don’t like penny pinching
I remember me and joshua, we was steady ditching
Taking phones, wit’ no regard how that karma come and pinch us
If you wanna stop the movement, uh, you gon’ have to lynch us
Goin’ nut for that dough, uh, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no winchell’s
He bald like mr. clean
I got two bros by my side, and a half, not no sheen
I’ll dance wit’ yo’ piece, hit the dab like new england
I’ll still pull up bumping all this music, like i’m grieivin’
Gotta yellow tee on, but this fashion, i ain’t cleveland
And they still don’t like me, cause the real sh#t i be speaking
I be humble all the time, cause i know this sh#t get eager
I’m the truth in this sh#t, all them other boys are meager
Keep spitting on the beats, cause they give out settlements
Keep on writing on a paper, you gon get yo’ #ss erased
Keep on asking for my sauce, man i should give ‘em a taste
Used to call me mario kart, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no race
Nightcap in the building, uh, lookin’ at they face
He a beast on that mic, shouldn’t have let him out that cage
That’s my brother, you f#ck wit’ him, ain’t aimin’ for yo’ waist
We a duo in this sh#t, but we move at our own pace
He bald like mr. clean
I got two bros by my side, and a half, not no sheen
I’ll dance wit’ yo’ piece, hit the dab like new england
I’ll still pull up bumping all this music, like i’m grieivin’
Gotta yellow tee on, but this fashion, i ain’t cleveland
And they still don’t like me, cause the real sh#t i be speaking
I be humble all the time, cause i know this sh#t get eager
I’m the truth in this sh#t, all them other boys are meager
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