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Long live cheese nigga
We too grown for all that broke shit
I got dirty and legal money
& I ain't calling for no blower I got it on me
Since a lil nigga had my own bag you can't lil bro me
Put a 4 of wak in a 2 liter for my nigga Kobe
The Feds snatching niggas up for the wrong reason
We ain't doing shit but tryna stack it's the wrong season
I see the hood getting hot I'm finna ot it
My fein shooting grams at a time he keep od'ing
I beat the block down you beat hoes we 2 different niggas
Bro coulda beat that one charge they had a secret witness
Me & you are not the same you can see the difference
Baby I'm just good at cutting dope I am not a chemist
You tryna smoke what I'm rolling take a trip to Venus
Niggas in the county eating cheese I can't stand to see it
Couple people want me dead for unknown reasons
Ain't no real pressure being applied bitch I'm still breathing
Free Rizzy Free Gritter them boys innocent
Niggas round this bitch writing statements good penmanship
All my old hoes need a check ain't got a lick of sense
I just ran into these 2 sealed pints you finna drink a fifth
I be in everybody hood how you don't see me
Smoke a nigga boots and hide the .40 with my habibi
My plug got banned from the states nigga lost his visa
Yo card decline every time you swipe don't walk in neimans
My bitch got her own bag she don't need a nigga
Walk in yo trap & start serving ion need permission
I can rent yo whole crib out but all I need is kitchen
Ion even trust half my friends nigga keep yo distance
I can teach you bout the game but it's not that simple
Lil bro just pulled up in a vette but it's not a rental
I say that magic word then ooou Terrio gone have to kill em'
Pull up over east or I can serve you at the continental
We too grown for all that broke shit
I got dirty and legal money
& I ain't calling for no blower I got it on me
Since a lil nigga had my own bag you can't lil bro me
Put a 4 of wak in a 2 liter for my nigga Kobe
The Feds snatching niggas up for the wrong reason
We ain't doing shit but tryna stack its the wrong season
I see the hood getting hot I'm finna ot it
My fein shooting grams at a time he keep od'ing
We too grown for all that broke shit
I got dirty and legal money
& I ain't calling for no blower I got it on me
Since a lil nigga had my own bag you can't lil bro me
Put a 4 of wak in a 2 liter for my nigga Kobe
The Feds snatching niggas up for the wrong reason
We ain't doing shit but tryna stack it's the wrong season
I see the hood getting hot I'm finna ot it
My fein shooting grams at a time he keep od'ing
I beat the block down you beat hoes we 2 different niggas
Bro coulda beat that one charge they had a secret witness
Me & you are not the same you can see the difference
Baby I'm just good at cutting dope I am not a chemist
You tryna smoke what I'm rolling take a trip to Venus
Niggas in the county eating cheese I can't stand to see it
Couple people want me dead for unknown reasons
Ain't no real pressure being applied bitch I'm still breathing
Free Rizzy Free Gritter them boys innocent
Niggas round this bitch writing statements good penmanship
All my old hoes need a check ain't got a lick of sense
I just ran into these 2 sealed pints you finna drink a fifth
I be in everybody hood how you don't see me
Smoke a nigga boots and hide the .40 with my habibi
My plug got banned from the states nigga lost his visa
Yo card decline every time you swipe don't walk in neimans
My bitch got her own bag she don't need a nigga
Walk in yo trap & start serving ion need permission
I can rent yo whole crib out but all I need is kitchen
Ion even trust half my friends nigga keep yo distance
I can teach you bout the game but it's not that simple
Lil bro just pulled up in a vette but it's not a rental
I say that magic word then ooou Terrio gone have to kill em'
Pull up over east or I can serve you at the continental
We too grown for all that broke shit
I got dirty and legal money
& I ain't calling for no blower I got it on me
Since a lil nigga had my own bag you can't lil bro me
Put a 4 of wak in a 2 liter for my nigga Kobe
The Feds snatching niggas up for the wrong reason
We ain't doing shit but tryna stack its the wrong season
I see the hood getting hot I'm finna ot it
My fein shooting grams at a time he keep od'ing
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