Couple hundred racks in my tight jeans
Pull up with a white tee, Louis Jacket, packs and some Nikes
Couple black n#gg#s tryna light me
Pull up with my gang and I wipe your whole squad if you try me
Talking for a n#gg# , you a mouthpiece
Closing all these deals on the phone feeling pricey
Waiter tryna spike me, two new hoes saying baby call me Kim and Kylie
Yeah I know they said they didn’t like me
Oh well, that was in the past
Now I’m counting up a hunnid racks
Now I got a couple plaques
Shoe rack got a couple stacks
Now I got a thot, and she tryna blow me in the Cadillac
And it’s wack, how the f#ck a dumb broke n#gg# from the slumps tryna make it up
I was working hard while these n#gg#s calling luck
I was getting high while they was steady sitting in a dump
Now when they see me they get star struck
Now when they see me in a Foreign they be feeling like they Camry is a dump truck
I’m the only goose , y’all sitting ducks
I’m the only one doing this sh#t right, you dumb f#cks
It’s not a diss to the game, it’s a gas to the flames
When these kids act insane, we all know who’s to blame
2018 Kids tryna rap like Shane OT
Young n#gg#s dying cause they steady f#cking OD
I be out here acting gangsta but I’m really low-key
Young down n#gg#s steady acting like they know me
But they don’t f#cking know me
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