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Show me that I'm done I'm finished here but still no fear yeah
Ain't no more reminiscin'
Ain't no more judgin' no intuition
Tell me why I'm livin' why am I remaining here
I was smokin' 'Scotti but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that s**t to the ceiling
Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong
I done got big they record my life through a drone
I told my b***h to stand behind me I'm in my zone
She like "How the f**k you ain't never wrote a song"
Same reason your fine a*s ain't never wore a thong
You ain't ridin' for life then I'd just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot now you don't ever gotta go
Yeah I told my n***a I'ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this s**t with your heart you can't snooze on it
It's bad you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit homie
Huh if you can't beat 'em knock it out 'em
Huh if you gon' kill 'em better not be sloppy
I told my daughter "Keep one in the head" she ain't gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live he might catch a body
I told my son he ain't a cheerleader but he might gotta catch a body
His driver named Joe but he still can't do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that Ghost I been drivin' a dead body
I ain't really into nothin' but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap didn't think about it but I got out it
And my cars and clothes exotic
Ain't 6ix9ine but two h*es with me right now you can call me Shotti
I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me
Got this s**t on fire like Takis n***a woah woah
Yeah they complimentin' my new Rolls Royce
TV in the front of that motherf**ker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed you see
I told my b***h I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for n***as tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar
Matte black old Trans Am thank you ma'am
We gon' make us a p**n star video new cam
I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps I don't go back and forth with tramps
Baby we stamped just for that I'ma call you "Ma'am"
Got the T-Rex I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil' b***h up then I slam her like I'm from B-X
Then I fold her up like a clam yeah
It was dark then I came to the light
I was poor and now my doors suicide
I don't know how to make it right right
Got four Birkins for you keep it light light
I don't care about you leavin' me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
I'll pick you up if you ever fall right