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[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
If it's beef, n*gga, shoot somethin'
Fresh out the crib, I feel like Baccarat and new hundreds
Brick in my hand, I'm thinkin', "Damn, I used to move onions"
I stand on ten, but my young n*gga gon' shoot for me
That china white from overseas, I call that Soo-Yung
Break the Perky with my teeth, it got my tooth numb
We score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run
These n*ggas hoes, they see an opp and they don't do nothin'
I fell in love with the streets, I can't move on, we go through hell first
If all the lights stop working, I bet my scale work
Before you make your first million, you gon' fail first
If you ain't tryna havе no boss, n*gga, sell work

[Chorus]
Gave me that papеr, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these n*ggas ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These n*ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, chains and watches on they babies, easy money
[Verse 2]
Been through a lot, but they can't stop us
Our beef at the high point, so we Glocked up
The flow slimy, we can't let a n*gga mop us
We ain't even see this comin', it just popped up, yeah
I know some n*ggas mad at me and I'm glad to see
I ball like an athlete, I be cashin' P's
My b*tch chain a half a key, you can't laugh at me
Say f*ck the OGs and bust down a masterpiece
A hundred 'bows of weed, I bet they don't last a week
A big load, boy, I bet you don't catch the fee
You say he fast, but I bet he ain't faster than these
All you can eat and you ain't even try to pass a piece, easy money

[Chorus]
Gave me that paper, it's gettin' dangerous, every day, y'all gettin' lamer
I'm old-school, you can watch me scrape the pot with a hanger
Feel like a kid, that's the reason why my Glock got a laser
Run up some money, but I swear to God I ran out of favors
I done bought so much land, these n*ggas ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors, I think I should run for mayor
These n*ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, chains and watches on they babies, easy money