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Makers Run that back Turbo Tryna make a change Tryna make a dollar when I only had some change Seen inside a one man cell I tightened up my brain I can't fuck with all of y'all I'm tightenin' up my game I'm too far for me to complain No one came as hard as I done came fasho I could've kept going but I made a lane for bro That's what you 'posed to do If any nigga overstep they boundaries you supposed to shoot And it's enough money in it for all of us I'll post your music I know that this shit is a facade I ain't gon' let 'em fool me I can't put my trust inside no broad I ain't gon' let 'em use me I done put her hеart inside my pocket I ain't gon' nevеr lose it I done had to stand in front of the judge and tell her I'm a user Damn go to sleep we fucking Wake up then we fussing Baby we can't force it Love will run its course I'll make you call my name until you lose your voice Me and money married we fuck off as a couple Taking uppers 'cause I don't like to be down too much But I sip syrup and I don't play around too much Take my word you can't just be down with us We put in work Half a ticket on a Phantom just to ride around Atlanta My lil' boys gon' make the Forbes list Dress my mom up for these award shows I'm just happy it ain't court dates I ride 'Raris I don't horseplay I'm a grown ass man gotta have a blicky when I land You keepin' your business clean everyone trying to endorse you I will never stick my dick in no one I pay child support to I've been tryna build a fortune got millions for my niece and nephew I've been playing in a trampoline whoever falling I'ma catch you If you wanna play that shit so sour you know I would've helped you How the fuck you leaving Without me it ain't no going in All a nigga told me it was free but I still gave him ten We do what we want it ain't no asking Take your Rollie off when you sliding they say Time will tell You gon' die get you some money or you go to jail All these choppers will turn this city to a living Hell It was crowded on the elevator I took the stairs Lost some people on the way up but I don't even care I can't keep you but for the night I want to please your body I want to please your body I If it ain't no Wock' then I drink Tris Can't no promoter book my bitch Can't name a nigga from Chicago ever said they took my shit I can't post up like a killer knowing them niggas killed my twin We gon' spin 'til we get dizzy we gon' spin 'til we see him Child support did me wrong tried to get me out a M Only time I hear from them when I post money on my 'Gram When to Herman I need a big kit on my Lamb' She a Ifa so she keeping on her beads when she praying My lawyers dogs when I call they get richer by the case I got niggas fuck with dogfood and get richer by the day I know watches your shit fake I could tell a Richard by its face Real nigga when I'm around y'all I be feeling out of place The industry ain't let me in the judge ain't let me travel then Ain't no solid Percs I might go check one of them capsules in And I know some hoes that run they mouth that's why I don't never see 'em All my diamonds GIA certified then No cap got a top tier bitch she my side bitch Bitches from the trenches claim they kids on they taxes How you dressing better than your kids You need your ass kicked A laugh he wasn't matching now he matching with his casket Take your Rollie off when you sliding they say Time will tell You gon' die get you some money or you go to jail All these choppers will turn this city to a living Hell It was crowded on the elevator I took the stairs Lost some people on the way up but I don't even care I can't keep you but for the night I want to please your body I want to please your body I