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Some young kings, everybody want that crown, though
So you gotta play your best when your hand low
Sweat it's a shame how you niggas scream money over bitches
But get no change out you, niggas
I'm amazed by you niggas, set it to stone
Thinking about THAT GRAVE when I was face to face with that chrome
Face to face with my thoughts, shit, face to face with my own
Came in this world the same way I'm leaving – alone
Look, if we're being honest then let's KEEP IT HONEST
My boy was packing heat like he was moving saunas
Hit the wrong block, now my nigger trapped in concrete
All this success, man, he was supposed to be where I be

Yeah, that's the realest shit I ever wrote
I shed a tear, man, THIS WORLD IS COLD
I put my heart all in these verses, dog
Pray for lemons how I'm spitting dough
And these niggas acting jealous
'Cause it ain't shit that they can tell us
Hey, yo, you don't have to believe me
I'mma just let my niggas tell it, Ghost

You know I'm here, y'all, and I'm coming for y'all
'Cause I be chilling, I be living, money tall, y'all
Already knocking on a door, tryna break the KNOB OFF
And I be running in this bitch with the sawed off
I asked before but now I'm taking, yeah
I know this shit belated but they thought that I was faking
Fuck that woman, fuck who made it
When no convo shit is vacant life will hit you like a fragrance
They just watching, they just taking
Watch me send their ass to great beyond
Tipsy, that what we tryna be
Don't fucking lie to me for 12 months then rob on me
Y'all didn't crawl with me so why do y'all stinky fly with me?
Especially first class when you get a nigga a burp bag
With the leather shit, let her pass
It's funny how our time pass and you feel like you CAN'T GET AWAY
And you stay there staring at the pillowcase
I think I'mma go home late, don't get it fucked up, I ain't no runaway
I'm just tired with the same shit by the same bitch in the same whip

I'm the only nigga smell like DOPE
Other niggas wedgy like that shit we smoked 10 years ago
Let me do my dizzle, that boy said credentials
You can read between the lines, I'm fine, don't need no fucking Kindle
FUCK THE LAW no face, only have to walk
Then I'm ducking shells to get that bullshit on the shelves
My nigga be in Bristol don't really mean shit
But all of these bitches know me well
Well, at least I got some tell, finna rock bell
She gonna suck me off until a nigger ain't got cells
Lil' bad bitch, fuck me in my casket
DMX on belly, she gonna do me while in traffic
Hot shot, feeling at the TOP SPOT, the broad change, flap, flap
More Coal, they be screaming go pro
Hit me with the alley, I'm scheming in the low post
We got the Ciroc so me and Crispy leaning low, low
Focus on the turn up, gas the game until it burn up, motherfucker

I swear, we just beyond niggas
So I know y'all niggas fuck with us
So we always in the cut, nigga
Just MAKE THIS MONEY, you can fuck with it
Yeah, that's some sly shit
Tryna make this money right quick
Black Coal, you gonna hear the name

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