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Ey
Gold much

You gave me just a month i gave you My whole life

223 on magazine set niggas up Like promethazine
They can't stand up like crack Fiend
On my way cause i need money
Let these niggas hate that ain't Meant nothing
Rolling stones this shit burn
Bitch talkin i don't give a fuck
Facetime me if you need a plug
Fuck
Niggas be making noise over beats
Like bitches when they're fuckin
Cut these niggas cause they rap Shit
I make money when they're Poppin pills
Don't come flexing with your fake Grillz
I'd kill rappers with my shotta Flow
Niggas capping they don't live what They rap
A lotta guns but nobody's a Shooter
One car with four niggas
Three snitches and one Shooter
Don't turn the nine to the six
I don't snitch niggas for the beef

Prosecutors trying to put me down
A lotta stories coming up on the Town

I'm the ghost writer of your best Rapper
Believe on me i'm the next on top

I'm from carolina like kidd lee and J cole cordae and baby jesus
I'm a masterpiece like mona lisa

Come on these niggas like teaser
Fuck it i hit her
Caught up that bitch and beat her
Niggas be waiting for me
I'm just like time i don't wait for Nobody
Nigga peace

You gave me just a month i gave u My whole life

Can't back on time so we're living In present
No guns no drugs no jail
Sorry i'm capping

I got new song for my followers
I brought new bars for my Costumers
It's a Jackpot
I'm the lucky you're looking for
Now a lotta niggas wanna be my Opps
Including cops
Fuck all these niggas they do it for Clout
Watching these niggas in tunnel Vision
They can't see me
One eye like cyclops see Everything in front of me
Coming from the trenches
Nothing scary me
I don't do promise
But i'll tell you sum i'll make it
Out the hood in hood or Whatever
But i'll make it



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Writer(s): Yellow Flag
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