This is number 11.
♪ I bust in a Audemars,
spaghetti's for all of y'all ♪
♪ Get the juice for the carnivores ♪
♪ You want the beef, then it's hella raw ♪
♪ Know my niggas go hella hard,
know my niggas got hella hard ♪
♪ You play it tough or we play it smart ♪
♪ Whatever hand we get, we play them cards ♪
♪ When we put in work, dog, it turn to art ♪
♪ When we put in work, dog, it turn to art ♪
♪ Those asses depend on my soul apart ♪
♪ Never seen light, it been hella dark ♪
♪ Was trapped in this place and cut off from God ♪
♪ Facing my demons held back by frauds ♪
♪ I already went through the hellish part ♪
♪ Praying to you while you * starve ♪
♪ Then I realized that * doesn't ever get better ♪
♪ I just get better with handling what come my way ♪
♪ And make my resilience better ♪
♪ Every time I fall down,
I pick myself back up ♪
♪ And put me together ♪
♪ And I always know that I'm better than this ♪
♪ But I always fell for the stupidest tricks ♪
♪ And I always bully the stupidest * ♪
♪ What I do for the bench,
you can't do for the * ♪
♪ I'll wait for the *,
I'll move a little * ♪
♪ Do whatever,
but don't break the coast and chips ♪
♪ And if bro call me up,
then I'm hitting this lick ♪
♪ I ain't trying to show out,
I'm just trying to get rich ♪
♪ And if I get to play,
then we all getting rich ♪
♪ Then we all getting rich ♪
♪ I bust in the Audemars,
baguettes for all of y'all ♪
♪ Get the juice for the carnivores,
he want the beef then it's hella war ♪
♪ Know my niggas go hella hard,
know my niggas got hella hard ♪
♪ You play it tough or we play it smart,
whatever hand we get,
we play them cards ♪
♪ When we put in work, dog, it turn to art ♪
♪ When we put in work, dog, it turn to art ♪
♪ Those years of the pen tore my soul apart,
never seen light,
it been hella dark ♪
♪ Was trapped in this place and cut off from God,
facing my demons held back by frauds ♪
♪ I already went through the hellish part,
praying to you while you * smart ♪
♪ Call me,
I recommend you pay a key,
guess everything we made is you dead and street ♪
♪ They don't wanna see you fair,
living free,
it be the system and the people where you be the formula ♪
♪ It's the * that people don't believe,
as they blind cuz the media's playing the seat ♪
♪ Having champagne,
drinking,
sipping on the Tennessee,
know the world seems strange but I am what I see ♪
♪ Know I can and I will be the man that they need,
have a plan in my hand like my grand's with the seasoning ♪
♪ When I talk,
you can hear me if you sleep,
make a nigga nightmare come true for no reason ♪
♪ Hang his head on the wall for that motherfucker treason,
if I pop out his ski mask,
then we creepin' ♪
♪ Do some * to make a nigga really rich,
he would dream it,
give it to him like his favorite custody when he fiendin' ♪
♪ Don't talk about the * if you don't really know the meaning,
I'm fuckin' in an Audemar,
spaghetti's for all of y'all ♪
♪ Get the juice for the carnivores,
you want the beef then it's hella raw,
know my niggas go hella hard,
know my niggas got hella hard ♪
♪ You play it tough or we play it smart,
whatever hand we get we play them cards,
when we put in work dog it turn to art ♪
♪ When we put in work dog it turn to art,
those asses depend on my soul apart,
never seen light it been hella dark,
was trapped in the space and cut off from God ♪
♪ Facing my demons held back by frogs,
I already went through the hellish part,
praying to E-Y you fuckin' stop...
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