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Ayo I put it down, like the stakes is high, huh I hate a nigga that sit around and just wait to die I meet a bitch, then make her drive or make her fly with bricks And tell her "Hit me when you stabilize" Them the hoes that'll take a ride That's why I barely date outside of my race like a Asian guy I go broke, I'ma make a pie Or turn a deuce into seven-thirty ones like it's late July, huh In the jungle with boy I got my first brick and treated it like it was a bundle of joy, huh Where I'm from, it's a void If you ain't buyin' at least one burge, you under-employed I used to cop from the Florida boys Now I'm ignorin' noise while gettin' top inside a foreign toy Bitch, your man is a corner boy That only re-up with seven grams, we call him Quarter Roy Yeah, yeah Uh-huh You know what's up, yeah Y'all know how I got this shit, I had to cop a lot of 'caine If them shots did not exchange, uh-uh, our ride is not the same Big Lamb' truck, 2024, the body not the same Letras de cancionesAnd that's the old one, the baby GOAT like Bryce and Bronny James This my life inside a rage Let me show y'all what it's like behind the stage Because in rap, the pay cycle ninety days Between that, the streets movin', most likely, I'll be paid I need a brick and theme music from the likes of Isaac Hayes Droppin' pocket change for floor seats, the Lakers/Rockets game Now we got a sports firm, look what a high became Three bricks and my nephew four, they both a toddler age I put a block of yay' in a blender while he potty-train I was good with one foot in like receivers in college games I'm the chief, I buy guns and give pieces tribal names Uh, told the plug "I'm gettin' close, on the way, I'm with Speshal" He said "Bring a box of shells and a case of Modelo" Yeah, and a case of Modelo A box of shells and a case of Modelo From Letras Mania