EWrld Ruler
My PO hit my phone call me back I'm in the trap
Had the custos play it crazy left the spot with 8 stacks
four bows
eighty oxys
Red, Green, straight Act
Made three off CPLs bitch come and get a legal strap
So I'm cruisin through the hole in that one foreign thang
Speakers on bang
Flawless Vs1s in the chain
Three Fifty Yeezy throw em on with thousand dollar balmains
Good Cartiers with the blick dare a nigga try play
Niggas bums
Whole crumbs
Disgusting me
Hit the coldest hoes and pay 100 for the food I eat
Smoking on exotic and I'm packing still moving tree
And some other shit so fallin off ain't concernin m
City say the MacBoyz movin like the Flenorys
Half these rap niggas ain't plugged keep this shit a G
My nigga almost jetted when he saw a bag of beans
So its obvious he only road running on the screen
Yall niggas ain't in my lane
Ain't felt my pain
Don't know the shit i did to ice my chain
Keep blick while I move them thangs
Duck and dodge these lames
Use yo head before you lose yo brain
Lil nigga aye
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Shid
Aye
Hide this big for me
Paperchasin got my attic full dirty money
Triple beams and digi scales clean em every Sunday
Nigga hustle full time barely get a lunch break
MacBoyz
MBI
These other niggas no names
I'm that nigga that yo bitch can't help but praise
Southwest and the westside where a nigga was raised
Twenty three in the clip keep that shit on my waist
If Rc don't make it rappin you ain't seein my face
Not because I'm ashamed just avoiding a case
Feds already know my name pray them hoes stay away
If I say I'm fightin demons they tryna put me in chains
But
I
Ain't
Goin
I'm too lit hoe I'm the reason niggas grass growin
Bag just dropped bro on some shit cause it still snowin
Come pape ready you comin petty then the shop closin
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Had the custos play it crazy left the spot with 8 stacks
four bows
eighty oxys
Red, Green, straight Act
Made three off CPLs bitch come and get a legal strap
So I'm cruisin through the hole in that one foreign thang
Speakers on bang
Flawless Vs1s in the chain
Three Fifty Yeezy throw em on with thousand dollar balmains
Good Cartiers with the blick dare a nigga try play
Niggas bums
Whole crumbs
Disgusting me
Hit the coldest hoes and pay 100 for the food I eat
Smoking on exotic and I'm packing still moving tree
And some other shit so fallin off ain't concernin m
City say the MacBoyz movin like the Flenorys
Half these rap niggas ain't plugged keep this shit a G
My nigga almost jetted when he saw a bag of beans
So its obvious he only road running on the screen
Yall niggas ain't in my lane
Ain't felt my pain
Don't know the shit i did to ice my chain
Keep blick while I move them thangs
Duck and dodge these lames
Use yo head before you lose yo brain
Lil nigga aye
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Shid
Aye
Hide this big for me
Paperchasin got my attic full dirty money
Triple beams and digi scales clean em every Sunday
Nigga hustle full time barely get a lunch break
MacBoyz
MBI
These other niggas no names
I'm that nigga that yo bitch can't help but praise
Southwest and the westside where a nigga was raised
Twenty three in the clip keep that shit on my waist
If Rc don't make it rappin you ain't seein my face
Not because I'm ashamed just avoiding a case
Feds already know my name pray them hoes stay away
If I say I'm fightin demons they tryna put me in chains
But
I
Ain't
Goin
I'm too lit hoe I'm the reason niggas grass growin
Bag just dropped bro on some shit cause it still snowin
Come pape ready you comin petty then the shop closin
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
Hey Rc I love you
Do anything for you
Ain't a thing you can say to make me trust you but you would hit this road if you love me like you say you do
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Writer(s): Bre'aire Mcwilliams-hamilton
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