N***a Poetry

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You know how many friendless was in the rack last year? You couldn't imagine

I used to sleep on pallets, that's no bad one thing got rich I'll rap it

Straight A swerve in the traffic, that was before D with me and Lil Cubs bro padded

All bad hoes I smashed them, come outside, she jira tough bro, don't snatch it

I'm so rich right now, this shit is a blessing, I'll take care of momma and daddy

I'm so rich right now, this is a blessing I take care of my siblings

I'm so rich right now, shit got me mad, my grandma couldn't even see this shit

I'm so rich right now, 'cause I'm pretty crazy, come bro, you know I bleed this

Bro never ain't got no defense, I manifest and dream this

My dreams, of course, I'm living them, you talk crazy, I hope you bulletproof

Wait around town, we so slim, you ain't just gang us, I probably shoot at you

I'm bank account going through the roof, I already got three, need a little more room though

I fucked up with a bad t-shirt on Dippin' and dippin', I gave up two stone

What you mean, boy? I just killed it, got that hit from the sax, can't take for too long

I'm in, bro, back to back, we racin' up in the hill, thankin' that vroom, vroom

I'm a rich man, he act for sure, but I tattoo my face and I ain't thinkin' I'm too gone

Give me everything, bitch, don't move around, this we on every day on Tuesday

Pack the whip, hit the road on Wednesday, two hundred up, two o'clock on Thursday

When the cop call, come, come, we burnin' him, man, fuck her, no bad, punch this thing

Tryna test back, now I'm swervin', look what you did, make me fuck up the rim paint

Ay, I'm really rich, yeah, be mad, I'll fuck this bitch, yeah

I eat told, he master splintay, I take milk, clean, shit like dishes

I spill tristain on my thinnums, two, two, three, spread like venom

We out pigs, money sicker, it's like duffel bags, we gon' get 'em

Ambulance, they gon' get 'em, you run out chase gon' get right with you

The OA what the fuck is the spittle, got fans and ops gotta watch my review

I don't fuck with pricks, I watch bro throw my back, if you fuck up his men so

But I don't judge you, my right now, I got good bro skit, I stood over a Vic too

I don't go through pain, so I talk on beats and I go get tattoos

So all these **** thinkin' it's a race, boy, if it's a race, then I'm lookin' past you

In LA, sippin' up some drink, talkin' to Ju's world, I quit, got a statue of him

All these girls all the same, ain't know what he mean, but I know what he mean now

Go to the rack once in a while, ain't gotta stay down, that's how you get squeezed down

Post-tack, when I land in the rack, still glide through the bitty to me knock trees down

All the shorties coming up in the rack, I get down that merch, they want to be me now

Ain't anybody no VVS, I'ma come play jay, my shit still freeze out

Free smirk bro gotta get free now, free smirk good me in the week now

Police keep trying to keep me down, oh little George, I can't breathe now

I smoke too much others, I can't do kd's, I need three pounds

One and that caught dumping rounds, you can't hang with us fuck from around

When grown man try to the beef, I say I'm a rich fucking child

When that's just sinking, they hit all that loud, shit, they calm it down

Long rifle with a hundred round man, let a **** act crazy, gun him down

I got kicked out of my high school, let a **** act crazy, punch him down

Never really got into a blackout, every time I sleep, we throw him down

Hell no, he ain't really no game, but he just around, 'cause he moving pounds

G, I lead one with a hoe, just to keep shit cool, that track out too loud

Blood bad, giving out free smoke, hit a **** block quick, that blackout too loud