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[Verse 1]
Condo Living
Big House Dreams
Everything I rap about, is what it seems
Word to my spleen, n*ggas need that
Word to every fiend, n*ggas need crack
Im a hustlers Hustler, supplying the spots
Bricks In My Backpack, I'm buying the blocks
And my attitude is like my car tops, roofless
Bite my hand, I'll pistol whip until you toothless
Then I'm gon squeeze, cause n*ggas be coming back
And I don't like the feeling of looking over my back
Spark police intrest or let my gun spark, "blah blah"
Now im chillin like a summertime park
Wit my big chain swanging, pushers all behind me
Finish wit the work out
Ballings where you'll find me, off the court
God forbid, I'm ever caught
It'll be a drought, dealers taking off
Heliport, chopper for the lessons taught
Procter wit a metal fork
My residue is more than these frontin n*ggas ever bought
Believe me, the Hottest n*gga in the streets
Go and ask the public
n*ggas won't play me on the radio, f*ck it
I don't expect to hear real sh*t from fake n*ggas
Who be putting on they man wack sh*t and dating n*ggas
I don't need rap, I got a digital scale
Triple A's and some sandwich bags, all is well
Except my flow sicker then a man that's frail
Wit all this weak sh*t, I should've had a chance to fail
Still I prevail, off the grams I sell
Living fly, hope to god I don't land in jail
I earn harder then Dale
Turning hard from the yayo
Fast cars, fast money, faster b*tches than Gayle -- Deavers
Most of em bad b*tches, some swear they divas
I even got a ugly b*tch who suck a good peter
f*ck PETA, my furs drag, I puff reefa
Off the ground, into the sky, I will leave ya
The real reaper, get ya chain stuck up
Too many fake real n*ggas got the game f*cked up
I yelling f*ck them other n*ggas
Cause I'm down for my n*ggas
6 deep, 6 heats, 6 fingers pulling triggers
The devil is a liar, your numbers are too
30 strong but 29 pus*y out the crew
This what Ima do, get a package bus it open
Put it on my tongue, drop a ounce
See the bounce, can't believe the numb
Feeling like it's time, I need to make a power move
Heading outta town with the birds, I call it powder moves
Do my thang, do my thang, I do my fukin thang
Give a sh*t about the fame
Money, money mayne
Look at all the pretty b*tches wit a coke dealer
And look at all the silly b*tches wit a broke n*gga
Powderrrr!