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Ahh, Rockin essentials like this shit essential
Shorty, with me, clearly blessed all my thoughts are sinful
You don't wanna know the shit that all my dawgs get into
Have you paying back your budget like your cars a rental
Hashed on it they know that shit slapping i'm throwing my verse on it
She know I'm in my bag, and she betting her purse on it
The shirt don't gotta tag but that say whats it's worth don't it
Wavy they surf on it
I'm a nigga from the hood
I'll be really tryina motivate
You can tent with being at events but they don't know your face
I'm quick on my feet without no roller blades or roller skates
I don't need a gold bottle, to know the taste I know it's ace, ahh
Fuck a poker face
I tell shorty I'm just tryina fuck her good and poke her face
She pulling up close to 8
Literally, stacking all this money, then I close the safe
Gotta spend this shit before I die so it don't go to waste
Or I leave it to my kids, if that future exists
Right now I'm on my shit
Right now on a balcony with thousands on my wrist
This life is really alchemy I'm proud that it exists
Bitch I made it
Remember all them niggas that hated
Yeah they still hating
I'm tryina give them reason to stay in that situation
Still watching me
I don't know these niggaz names they say they OPS to me
It's really Odd honestly
When I drop my shit I make these niggas tuck they albums in
Make all of their niggas scared to mention that they down with them
No I shot ten thousand shots & put ten thousand hours in
Used to try & keep shit to myself now I'm as loud as them
Nigga see me, these diamonds is V V
I built up my hustle selling CD's
Watch these niggas decrease
They know they time is only borrowed
Only real shit gonna lasts
All that fake be gone tomorrow yeah
Yeah, All that fake be gone tomorrow
When you see how fast that car go
When it's holding precious cargo
I don't even ask the prices
Just tell the jeweller scan the bar code yeah



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Writer(s): Don Michael Jr, Michael Tinashe Ereck
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