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Countin money all I seem to is Benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just talkin
said they have a penny on em
Now I around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
up my boots, put on my strap
And go for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"
They lookin at me, I'm starin (I see you)
Feelin like I'm
time I wear this mac
Monday, it's probably 106 &
Tuesday, probably in the where it get dark
Wednesday, catch me swimmin wit the sharks
Wit blood from my shoes, these Lu's cooler than my heart
Let me out my cell, back on the mission
Fresh from off a bail, back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my
I with this?
And like grams of crack
He said the probably come for ya
Copper said I tried to em when I go to court
I hope they dont me guilty, it's my word against they word
And I get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas, and I'm the one they beat
I took it for the
Even though I had a like Martin Luther King
Who thought that I'd be of these magazines
Cause I be spittin flow, I'm kerosene
y'all niggas gon say about me?
My North they don't play about me
South niggas that'll spray about me
Pay q dollar bail in a day bout me
gotta sound real, cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I where the cellar at
Made, Bitches!