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30, you a fool for this one Chorus Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin' talk your shit, Rich Homie Verse 1 Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three, nigga And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy, ayy You can't tell a nigga like me shit nah I ain't have it all when I was little nope Sixteen years old, drinkin' liquor what I ain't never ever touched a beer ha I ain't never ever touch a mill' never Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down, nigga Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too, I rode that Chorus Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin' Verse 2 We were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids yeah Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy I was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap truth They was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid ayy, Mike I remember tryin' to get rich hey Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo Never had nothing growin' up nah Nigga, don't be surprised when I get it ayy Where were you when I was on my dick woo I was so broke, I needed fix yup Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up You know I hate to talk about this shit I do Load the ten and walked up out the bitch ten Stripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it ha Walkin' around with that thang on me And you know I got my license for this bitch Rich Homie, baby Chorus Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'