Storage

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Treat my new whip like some seats and I floor it
She wanna fuck yo bitch trying to record it
All I keep hearing the game is in trouble but niggas can't save it they ran out of storage
We keep going up this shit big as a forest
Pop out in yo city like I was a tourist
Money keep calling my phone can't ignore it
Money keep calling my phone

Hello
I'm with some niggas who come out the ghetto
Keep popping that shit and we pull up like Melo
This shit wasn't easy we come from the bottom but you see us now then you probably can't tell though
Yo bitch fell in love but she know I won't cuff it but she hold me close to her heart like a cello
He thought shit was sweet i'm not one of them fellows
These niggas want smoke but they ain't got no rello
They ain't go no backwood
They ain't go no leaf
I feel like Miami I came out the east
I bet on myself now my stock done increased
Free all my niggas until they release
RIP all of my niggas deceased
Came in the game hungry now it's time to feast
I entered the jungle and conquered the beast
They know they can't stop it but trying at least
Yeah
I dot all my I's cross the T's
In the streets got to know all the rules
So I study the game referee
It's supposed to be sold not told
But I give it to yall for free
These niggas can't go save the day
Only one who can do it is me

Treat my new whip like some seats and I floor it
She wanna fuck yo bitch trying to record it
All I keep hearing the game is in trouble but niggas can't save it they ran out of storage
We keep going up this shit big as a forest
Pop out in yo city like I was a tourist
Money keep calling my phone can't ignore it
Money keep calling my phone can't ignore it



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Writer(s): Daren Osby
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