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[Intro]
Know you gotta
You gotta run this sh*t
Swear, I be thanking God for this sh*t
My b*tch so cold since time with the b*tch
Lase f*cked up
If you, if you, you got it, baby
Hold on

[Verse]
Swear, I be thanking God for this sh*t
She a bad b*tch, take your time with her then
Every time I'm out shopping I ain't caring what I spent
I can tell you it feels me and sixty-three was on the Benz
He ain't got a hundred thousand, I look at him like a kid
That n*gga outfit dingy, it look like he selling mid
I don't sleep in no apartment, got a castle for the crib
Move to another house, know the neighbors in my business
They ask what I do, told 'em get high off prescription
They ask what I do, I said I play for the Pistons
My young n*ggas different, mixing green with the Trish
That ain't no real Za, that sh*t sprayed, it's a difference
n*ggas can't be theyself tryna play a n*gga mission
Five in this twenty ounce, sh*t look ridiculous
What I charge for a verse? And have a n*gga check pending
Charge a n*gga label double just because I'm independent
I don't really go to church, you know the pastor be sinning
I make a b*tch hold my cup while I'm sipping
I got brand new cars, I don't care about the distance
My house like a hour from my hood, it take a minute
I drive how I want, give a f*ck about no ticket
Them switches get to going, it sound like oil in a skillet
I wear a rose dweller 'round the house while I'm chilling
I'm been up for some years, they been hating for a minute
My house big as hell, can feel like three of yours in it
I got tired of that sh*t, ain't wear Dior's in a minute
All these new n*ggas coming out, looking like my children
n*ggas copy all my moves, I can tell who I invented
Couldn't be F, n*ggas wouldn't make a scrimmage
These n*ggas quick to wear a n*gga chain like the b*tches
He ran that money up and he ain't saving, I ain't lending
Every crib that I'm in got a quarter million kitchen
[Outro]
Forever, for life