Eureka
Burrr, I heard they count me out
Tell em count that shit again bitch
Remember when you said id never be shit
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I am
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a Ni**a going ham
Look at me now
I came out the mud
I work and pray it do what it does
I looked at the top and it's only us
I'm pulling they card
I'm calling they bluffs
Murder he wrote I ran outta love
Not many I trust
Not many I follow
Not many I finance alot of lease
Not many keep
A lot of tresha
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I stand
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my momma ima split it with fam
Now I need a palace just as big as bucking ham
Say that they goats
Well I'll be the butcher
Say that they king
Well bitch ima god
Raised by the wolves
I know ima dog
The vision is clear I see thru the fog
We ducking 12
And tucking a 9
If you add it up then
I'm hitting him 21 times
I dont play with mine
I keep it 100 thats 20x5
On my bully like I'm Dennis Rodman
No snakes allowed I'm the garden
I just fell like I'm the chose one
Golden child like I'm hova son
Tell these mans move over some
Teflon you'll never hold
If you alive you never old son
If you alive you never old son
I keep faith my heart wholesome
Lord of mercy he a cold one
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
They be tryna wear me down
Never had it new always had the hand me downs
So why would I need it now
I already Got the golden sound
God lift me up but he hold me down
Frauds and fakes come a round
Hate me then but love me now
On the track that's a 100 rounds
If I'm spraying best stay down
I made a way now
What can they say now
I came with clipse
Bitch im grinding
I came to spray now
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I am
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a N*gga going ham
Say that they goats
Well I'll be the butcher
Say that they king
Well bitch ima god
Raised by the wolves
I know ima dog
The vision is clear I see thru the fog
We ducking 12
And tucking a 9
If you add it up then
I'm hitting him 21 times
I dont play with mine
I keep it a 100 thats 20x5
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I stand
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a N*gga going ham
Tell em count that shit again bitch
Remember when you said id never be shit
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I am
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a Ni**a going ham
Look at me now
I came out the mud
I work and pray it do what it does
I looked at the top and it's only us
I'm pulling they card
I'm calling they bluffs
Murder he wrote I ran outta love
Not many I trust
Not many I follow
Not many I finance alot of lease
Not many keep
A lot of tresha
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I stand
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my momma ima split it with fam
Now I need a palace just as big as bucking ham
Say that they goats
Well I'll be the butcher
Say that they king
Well bitch ima god
Raised by the wolves
I know ima dog
The vision is clear I see thru the fog
We ducking 12
And tucking a 9
If you add it up then
I'm hitting him 21 times
I dont play with mine
I keep it 100 thats 20x5
On my bully like I'm Dennis Rodman
No snakes allowed I'm the garden
I just fell like I'm the chose one
Golden child like I'm hova son
Tell these mans move over some
Teflon you'll never hold
If you alive you never old son
If you alive you never old son
I keep faith my heart wholesome
Lord of mercy he a cold one
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
They be tryna wear me down
Never had it new always had the hand me downs
So why would I need it now
I already Got the golden sound
God lift me up but he hold me down
Frauds and fakes come a round
Hate me then but love me now
On the track that's a 100 rounds
If I'm spraying best stay down
I made a way now
What can they say now
I came with clipse
Bitch im grinding
I came to spray now
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I am
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a N*gga going ham
Say that they goats
Well I'll be the butcher
Say that they king
Well bitch ima god
Raised by the wolves
I know ima dog
The vision is clear I see thru the fog
We ducking 12
And tucking a 9
If you add it up then
I'm hitting him 21 times
I dont play with mine
I keep it a 100 thats 20x5
Never thought I'd make it out the trap but here I stand
Ever since a youngin getting money been the plan
And I told my mama ima split it with the fam
Dread just like a Rasta but a N*gga going ham
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