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I feel like Kanye West with all this power my nigga
So fuck it I might go ghost
I hate to getting involved with these women
Because all these bitches be doing the most
I'm finally starting to feel like I made my nigga
Can we all just come take a toast
I just been stackin this paper
And flip it
Till I feel I overdose
I just been living my life with my brothers you know
I don't ever go out with these hoes
We just been gettin this product and making these dollars
You know we like to get it gone
Lost too many niggas just trynna get to this money
I pray for my niggas to all make it home
To all them people talk shit from the bleachers
My niggas will come pop your can like a coke
Said I was gone make it out of the East
All you bitches took me for a joke, and my pants a lil tight
And this shit on my side so i'm sorry if you feel a poke
Said i'm sorry your honor
Left hand on the bible, i'll still lie to you under oath
And if you gotta problem you just gotta holla
All the niggas round me start a show
And I keep trynna stuff all this shit in my pants
And I keep getting mad cause I see it won't fold
If you ain't talking about getting some money my nigga
Then why you keep calling my phone
It's too much traffic in front of the spot
I had to tell all them junkies to get from the door
I got too much shit I gotta live for
I don't know about you but i'm gone make it home
Moment of silence for all my potnas
I cry everytime that I realize you gone
I can really give a fuck about some friends
Cause I swear everytime I go through shit alone
I love all my partners, one wrong move I pop them
I hope all that snake shit don't go cross they dome
To all the young niggas just tryna get riches
My advice to you is to just keep your chrome
So much ice make you cream and I don't wanna be mean
But my baby I just wanna stuff you like a cone
This for my niggas that's stuck in the system
And all my niggas that ain't make it home
Keep your head above water, and chase every dollar
And keep all them niggas from around the gone fold
They scared to get money, these niggas some dummies
Just went gotta bag all this shit on the floor
To all of my niggas you know that I love you
I swear we will never fall out about hoes
I had to cut too many niggas out my circle
But business is business you know how it go
And I can't wait to get outta East
And look out the door in my Versace robe
I don't wanna argue cause I ain't no lawyer lil baby
Advice you to just watch your tone