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[Verse 1]
b*tch ass n*ggas bring my name up a lot
I guess its cause a n*gga really came up a lot
I'm so f*cking hood I took the name from my block
DopeBoy Troy I cook cocaine up a lot
Selling whole keys I am not these rap n*ggas
Came in this game rich that's a fact n*gga
Clear to see I really live what I rap n*gga
Rappers taking shots but I really clap n*ggas
Really in the hood driving 6 figure foreigns
Really pay cash not with that owing or borrowing
He ain't get a rollie 'til he got a deal n*gga
I bought me some rollies off the drugs I deal n*gga
And I iced it out so b*tch respectful it's a slaughter
I'm a young OG thats f*cking OG n*gga's daughters
And they must respect it because they feel so
n*gga in that pus*y might as well be a real one
I got children two sons Roro and Renso
New guns who wanna get hit with an extendo
Busting at these bird ass n*ggas like Nintendo
I play in Versace I'm done wearing that corny Kenzo
[Hook]
Why these rap n*ggas be on di*k, why?
Why they like a b*tch?
Why they jumping clique to clique, why?
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the sh*t?
Why am I so real, why?
Why I'm really rich, really rich?
Why these rap n*ggas be on di*k, why?
Why they like a b*tch?
Why they jumping clique to clique, why?
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the sh*t?
Why am I so real, why?
Why I'm really rich?

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[Verse 2]
I be taking guns out the hands of suckers
Ankle bracelet on me man this sh*t ain't justice
Bullet holes in me but I'm physically painless
Don't come around me if you ain't with it, I'm dangerous
Look up to the sky and I pray to the lord
I don't look up to none of these rappers they frauds
I bought a new crib 'bout to buy me a spur
I just bought big, betting points on the spurs
Bought my b*tch a watch and a nice lil coat
Soon as the weather great I'ma buy me a boat
Bullet in my head still ain't f*ck up the wave
It hurt to get a fade so I grew me some braids
Balmain pants on me take 'em off f*ck a b*tch
Diamonds dance on me cause I'm black and I'm rich
They telling lies on me saying a real n*gga snitched
My reply only eat a real n*gga di*k
Look, n*ggas jumping clique to clique, disgusting
n*ggas pumping but they b*tch, don't trust them
Me I get a lot of chips, so I'm ruffling
The feathers on these bird ass n*ggas, f*ck 'em
I'm the self-made, self-paid dope boy, jefe, Troy Ave
Coming up out the city letting lead spray
Self-made, self-paid, dope boy, jefe, Troy Ave
Coming up out the city letting lead spray
[Hook]
Why these rap n*ggas be on di*k?
Why they like a b*tch?
Why they jumping clique to clique?
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the sh*t?
Why am I so real, why?
Why I'm really rich, really rich?
Why these rap n*ggas be on di*k?
Why they like a b*tch?
Why they jumping clique to clique?
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the sh*t?
Why am I so real, why?
Why I'm really rich?

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