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You got another Backwood That shit good Verse 1 Niggas through all this complainin' and bitchin' Rockie ain't playin' the victim, I need a brand new whip Back on the road, I'm takin' a trip Jesse White Tumblers, I'm makin' it flip Yeah I gotta stick to my script Yeah I am not one of the goofies, y'all niggas gotta salute me And I say shoutout to Shan, I gotta commemorate Shoutout to Jackie, I gotta commemorate Funny how niggas want me to disintegrate But I cross over and penetrate Crazy I innovate, shit that they imitate Niggas don't wanna see me again, give 'em the news like CNN Life that we livin' is not pretend We gotta get it, this shit for real Put in the work, now we showin' skills Niggas wanna send shots, I'm a man of steel Niggas want me to win, I windmill That means a nigga gon' really spin I get that money and pay my friends If you wan' get a Benz, and a bigger crib, this the manuscript, let's get it Verse 2 Hot as Sahara, hot as the desert Yeah This shit that I'm living is really a blessing Yeah I promise the Devil be trying to test me Yeah Back in the class, I'm teaching 'em lessons Niggas send shots, we converse with the weapons Niggas won't talk, we put on the pressure Niggas want beef, put 'em on stretchers Yeah We tryna keep this shit chill, niggas be talkin' not keepin' it real Middle fingers up, it's fuck how they feel They playin' the horns, we back in the building They playin' the horns, we back in the building My people hungry, I got 'em a meal Wine 'em and dine 'em, then pick up a bill Yeah, yeah Ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle They don't know struggle created the hustle Bitches be mad I got no time to cuddle I stay on my bag, I stay outta trouble So fuck with a winner now, I move with a different style I ship 'em then get 'em out, I'm back on a different route Got so much money it's harder to keep the count I remember sittin' on my Mama couch, I was really out here tryna blow an ounce Nigga tryna move his life along, couldn't understand my life at home So I had to get it on the road, got money never sold my soul I can tell that she down to vote, the way that she been runnin' to my pole Pushin' buttons like it's a remote, I got everything in control And my lane just like I bowl, knockin' down every single pin I shoot this movie with a different lens, cut some scenes with a couple friends I'm just tryna get presidents, niggas lyin' say I'm sellin' shit Oh that's right, you Fresh, nigga, you know that nigga ain't sellin' shit I keep it corporate with deals, I need a crib in the hills My bitches pull up with flowers, then they get work for hours I put in work for days, that's why they be peepin' my place Shawty gettin' on her knees, you would think it's time to pray