Yeah
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping in over a year
I ain't been trapping because what we did to 'em
I'm getting money it's getting habitual
I got my
My bruddas keep sticks with 'em
This shit getting heavy
I got the moves like I'm Mike
I got the glove like I'm Mike
I got the pen like I'm Mike
I hit you like
Hit you like Mike
Damn I just think it's too easy
I got what she want, what she needs
This shit on my mind
Just 'cause it's not outta sight
Keeping it clean
I said I was keeping it G
That's still what I mean
I'm him when it's night
I must be learning to read
This shit get more blurry and blurry
But I'll be aight
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
I'm with the shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
And you know my boy
He a f*ckin' piranha
I'm with the team
But I run on my ones
I don't wan' talk to you nun
I said what I said and I meant it
I can't keep it silenced
There ain't no more silence
Oh Lord
And I'll put some ice on a pendant
I run it like Gibbs yeah
Bitch I'm a Lion oh no
They wanted a hit
So I sent this
I ain't playin' shit
Don't try it, don't try it no more
I heard what you said
And I cannot respect it
I know I should leave it
I really can't help it
I keep all the cash
Bundled up in a blanket
The way they be talkin
I can't understand it
This life not forever
Don't take it for granted
Your girl she been sayin
You really a
I'm on my shit
Now I'm better than ever
No Gucci
No Louis
Santo on the sweater
I got in the booth
Now I'm changing the weather
Wake up
Can't remember
I think that I'm severed
Hold on
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping
In over a year
I'mma get diamonds
To hang from my ears
I got this shit
Now I put in gear
I made some choices
Now momma in tears
Top two I'mma make it
I'm already near it
I sent this to gang
And they told me they feelin' it
Thirty to life
Just the way I been killin' it
The way I been killin' it
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
F*ck it I'm here
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
Hold on
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English
Yeah
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping in over a year
I ain't been trapping because what we did to 'em
I'm getting money it's getting habitual
I got my
My bruddas keep sticks with 'em
This shit getting heavy
I got the moves like I'm Mike
I got the glove like I'm Mike
I got the pen like I'm Mike
I hit you like
Hit you like Mike
Damn I just think it's too easy
I got what she want, what she needs
This shit on my mind
Just 'cause it's not outta sight
Keeping it clean
I said I was keeping it G
That's still what I mean
I'm him when it's night
I must be learning to read
This shit get more blurry and blurry
But I'll be aight
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
I'm with the shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
And you know my boy
He a f*ckin' piranha
I'm with the team
But I run on my ones
I don't wan' talk to you nun
I said what I said and I meant it
I can't keep it silenced
There ain't no more silence
Oh Lord
And I'll put some ice on a pendant
I run it like Gibbs yeah
Bitch I'm a Lion oh no
They wanted a hit
So I sent this
I ain't playin' shit
Don't try it, don't try it no more
I heard what you said
And I cannot respect it
I know I should leave it
I really can't help it
I keep all the cash
Bundled up in a blanket
The way they be talkin
I can't understand it
This life not forever
Don't take it for granted
Your girl she been sayin
You really a
I'm on my shit
Now I'm better than ever
No Gucci
No Louis
Santo on the sweater
I got in the booth
Now I'm changing the weather
Wake up
Can't remember
I think that I'm severed
Hold on
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping
In over a year
I'mma get diamonds
To hang from my ears
I got this shit
Now I put in gear
I made some choices
Now momma in tears
Top two I'mma make it
I'm already near it
I sent this to gang
And they told me they feelin' it
Thirty to life
Just the way I been killin' it
The way I been killin' it
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
F*ck it I'm here
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
Hold on
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping in over a year
I ain't been trapping because what we did to 'em
I'm getting money it's getting habitual
I got my
My bruddas keep sticks with 'em
This shit getting heavy
I got the moves like I'm Mike
I got the glove like I'm Mike
I got the pen like I'm Mike
I hit you like
Hit you like Mike
Damn I just think it's too easy
I got what she want, what she needs
This shit on my mind
Just 'cause it's not outta sight
Keeping it clean
I said I was keeping it G
That's still what I mean
I'm him when it's night
I must be learning to read
This shit get more blurry and blurry
But I'll be aight
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
I'm with the shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
And you know my boy
He a f*ckin' piranha
I'm with the team
But I run on my ones
I don't wan' talk to you nun
I said what I said and I meant it
I can't keep it silenced
There ain't no more silence
Oh Lord
And I'll put some ice on a pendant
I run it like Gibbs yeah
Bitch I'm a Lion oh no
They wanted a hit
So I sent this
I ain't playin' shit
Don't try it, don't try it no more
I heard what you said
And I cannot respect it
I know I should leave it
I really can't help it
I keep all the cash
Bundled up in a blanket
The way they be talkin
I can't understand it
This life not forever
Don't take it for granted
Your girl she been sayin
You really a
I'm on my shit
Now I'm better than ever
No Gucci
No Louis
Santo on the sweater
I got in the booth
Now I'm changing the weather
Wake up
Can't remember
I think that I'm severed
Hold on
F*ck it I'm here
I ain't been rapping
In over a year
I'mma get diamonds
To hang from my ears
I got this shit
Now I put in gear
I made some choices
Now momma in tears
Top two I'mma make it
I'm already near it
I sent this to gang
And they told me they feelin' it
Thirty to life
Just the way I been killin' it
The way I been killin' it
Him everyday
I'm just counting these dolla's
F*ck it I'm here
A side of this bread
While I'm eating my pasta
Heard what you said
Can we please keep it honest
I got this shit
Now I'm runnin' like Gunna
Hold on
Writer: Sebastian Valdes
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