0.7
I ain't as creative as them man
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
Everyday is unpredictable
I just reload then I hit them all
I ain't excited anymore I got things to do
So when you understand sacrifice
You know the cost to life
Late night bagging
They call this trapping yeah I'm trapped in
Scales shredding weight like bad skin
I need to put in work
It's the fear of moving backwards
To revert like Church no Baptist
Bro got a bird he all alone like the Cactus
Take it how you want
I need game time not practise
I got tired of the sidelines
I need in they let us starve now it's my time
Baby need 9-5
Answer this phone I pay fine fine
Rumble out a spot until we're high and dry
Remember sitting back looking at time fly
And sitting on the block is not a fine time
I ain't as creative as them man
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
1 phone in both hands real ambidextrous
Blocks funnel through the city
I ain't playing Tetris
I have to get this
For me and my collective
In a recession I've got credit
YG wanna graft
63 take this
I gave him a week
It took him 3 days to F this
I'm a trap boy
I ain't ever been an F kid
Fuck bly robberies
I rob man with Excalibur
That was back then now
I ain't got much friends
My shots more my friends than these fake men
I serve a Ket fiend her soul is ready vacant
I've been brazen
That's why I had my face in paper like I made it
But I ain't basic I know we're on a slave ship
I tried to change ship it slapped me in the face Shit
No direction without aim kid
It's all the basics
I ain't as creative as them man
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
Everyday is unpredictable
I just reload then I hit them all
I ain't excited anymore I got things to do
So when you understand sacrifice
You know the cost to life
Late night bagging
They call this trapping yeah I'm trapped in
Scales shredding weight like bad skin
I need to put in work
It's the fear of moving backwards
To revert like Church no Baptist
Bro got a bird he all alone like the Cactus
Take it how you want
I need game time not practise
I got tired of the sidelines
I need in they let us starve now it's my time
Baby need 9-5
Answer this phone I pay fine fine
Rumble out a spot until we're high and dry
Remember sitting back looking at time fly
And sitting on the block is not a fine time
I ain't as creative as them man
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
1 phone in both hands real ambidextrous
Blocks funnel through the city
I ain't playing Tetris
I have to get this
For me and my collective
In a recession I've got credit
YG wanna graft
63 take this
I gave him a week
It took him 3 days to F this
I'm a trap boy
I ain't ever been an F kid
Fuck bly robberies
I rob man with Excalibur
That was back then now
I ain't got much friends
My shots more my friends than these fake men
I serve a Ket fiend her soul is ready vacant
I've been brazen
That's why I had my face in paper like I made it
But I ain't basic I know we're on a slave ship
I tried to change ship it slapped me in the face Shit
No direction without aim kid
It's all the basics
I ain't as creative as them man
But I've come a long way from 10 bags
A .7 next to poverty
So now Connie's mean
I collect money like monopoly
Is that residual
What if we all get bagged and they flip it all
I'm a silly fool
Should have stuck to Engineering
I should have stuck to school
Now I just play the balls
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