We back in this bitch like crack in the 80's
No
Abortions b**** we giving out baby's
He step to me on god imma take him
Street smart I can't move like no dummie
They will dap you up in put one in ya tummy
I'm from the slums where this s*** can get ugly
Stay out that jungle what the f*** do you mean
I'm chasing green goblins this s*** for my team
Call baby I got something to prove put my dreams to reality can't f***** lose
Call me the golden ticket
When I hop in the booth in them steppers with me in you know they salute
We giving out smoke we ain't calling no truths
Put the torch in the field so you know that it's real
I ain't gonna be rapping to long ima get me a deal
In ima get my n***** out them mother f*ckin fields
Praying to god that I get a mill
A lot of shit been on my mind b******
Hittin my line don't involve me if it ain't helping the grind
Need three watches in that s*** takes time remember them days we only had dimes
Got a couple of dollars in my pocket but it still ain't enough to survive
B**** tendencies just look in his eyes
I can tell he wasn't down to ride so I kicked him to the curb
I'm chasing millions in I still get it with the f***** guys
We all at the table we sipping good wine evicting n***** never been on my mind
But if the shoe fit than wear n**** stop calling my phone stop wasting my time
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We back in this bitch like crack in the 80's
No
Abortions b**** we giving out baby's
He step to me on god imma take him
Street smart I can't move like no dummie
They will dap you up in put one in ya tummy
I'm from the slums where this s*** can get ugly
Stay out that jungle what the f*** do you mean
I'm chasing green goblins this s*** for my team
Call baby I got something to prove put my dreams to reality can't f***** lose
Call me the golden ticket
When I hop in the booth in them steppers with me in you know they salute
We giving out smoke we ain't calling no truths
Put the torch in the field so you know that it's real
I ain't gonna be rapping to long ima get me a deal
In ima get my n***** out them mother f*ckin fields
Praying to god that I get a mill
A lot of shit been on my mind b******
Hittin my line don't involve me if it ain't helping the grind
Need three watches in that s*** takes time remember them days we only had dimes
Got a couple of dollars in my pocket but it still ain't enough to survive
B**** tendencies just look in his eyes
I can tell he wasn't down to ride so I kicked him to the curb
I'm chasing millions in I still get it with the f***** guys
We all at the table we sipping good wine evicting n***** never been on my mind
But if the shoe fit than wear n**** stop calling my phone stop wasting my time
No
Abortions b**** we giving out baby's
He step to me on god imma take him
Street smart I can't move like no dummie
They will dap you up in put one in ya tummy
I'm from the slums where this s*** can get ugly
Stay out that jungle what the f*** do you mean
I'm chasing green goblins this s*** for my team
Call baby I got something to prove put my dreams to reality can't f***** lose
Call me the golden ticket
When I hop in the booth in them steppers with me in you know they salute
We giving out smoke we ain't calling no truths
Put the torch in the field so you know that it's real
I ain't gonna be rapping to long ima get me a deal
In ima get my n***** out them mother f*ckin fields
Praying to god that I get a mill
A lot of shit been on my mind b******
Hittin my line don't involve me if it ain't helping the grind
Need three watches in that s*** takes time remember them days we only had dimes
Got a couple of dollars in my pocket but it still ain't enough to survive
B**** tendencies just look in his eyes
I can tell he wasn't down to ride so I kicked him to the curb
I'm chasing millions in I still get it with the f***** guys
We all at the table we sipping good wine evicting n***** never been on my mind
But if the shoe fit than wear n**** stop calling my phone stop wasting my time
Writer: lor martnae
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