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[Verse]
I remember it was crunch time, mohawk season
I need a fat sack, down bad
Fresh out of prison, I'm on my last stack
Every day I flexed on them niggas, that shit was automatic
When I was fucked up them pussy niggas laughed at me
Wasn't nobody showin' no love, that shit was all fake
How the fuck you say you the plug, that shit was all shake
Mojo served a nigga a half, that shit was all flake
And I got fifty shots in my Glock, to shoot it all day
Plus I got that step ladder with me, these niggas envy
Never catch a smile on my face 'cause I ain't friendly
On my knees every night, me and god, I know he hear me
Lord knows when I make it I'm takin' my niggas with me
Gotta wake 'em up
Niggas slept on me, hoes passed on me
Val told me, pick your head up and get that bag homie
Never catch me out on my city without that iron
It's like every night it's a new murder on channel nine
That's that raw shit, that killer shit, my niggas on gorilla shit
Yeah we from Orlando, we don't know none' 'bout that Disney shit
When I drop they study my shit like it's a lecture
And I been layin' low, it's time to beef up the pressure
They don't wanna see a nigga make it to the top
So tell them niggas crush they nuts 'til them bitches pop
I had to learn to work with what I got instead of take a bigger loss
So I went and bought a knife, I had to cut them niggas off
I'm back though, show no emotions, this where I'm at, nope
I can't fall in love at the moment, I'm chasing racks ho
I don't want no pussy or head, I need a sack ho
Had to pick my city up, put that bitch on my back, go
All I see is green lights, holding my machine tight
Fuck what it seem like, fuck nigga you ain't right
Learned to keep my mouth closed the first time I seen stripes
Feds tried to bait us off the streets too but we ain't bite
Fuck 'em, build a new case, had to keep my boots laced
I'm on 408 with twenty plates and a suitcase
Lil mama on my line and she wanna get married
'Cause I treat her like a queen and I fuck her like a savage
It's a thin line between love and hate, real or fake
You eat or get ate, these niggas is snakes
That's why I'm sitting on my porch with the grass cut
You fake a move the lawnmower gon' fire your ass up
We don't really talk much, we just gon' sit back and boss up
And watch how many these hoes stalk us
If it came for me then you know it was some G shit
Got to do it for anybody said I wouldn't be shit
Feeling like Money Mitch, matter fact AZ
I'm yellin' checkmate, I gotta play for keeps
I hear them voices in my head goin' crazy
I'm never gon' forget the way them fuck niggas played me, gone