Draft
Feeling like a human with drop
Dripping with my silver rock
Walk-in around with my Cuban
People asking if she playin
Bitch I play I run this game
Playing games for chains
Winnin so fast my name be gains
Makin all this green
Shawty be callin me clean
Bitch be called a front
The only thing I’m frostin is my blunt
Grew up in a place called sig
Made up of white tricks holdin cigs
Smoke that shit you’ll make it big
Only if ya take it by the creeks
Makin it big on the mtn streets
Is like fronting weed
to the inexperienced week
You ain’t gonna get back what you give
So u best be doing those drugs
don’t stress me I’m in
I’m a process so don’t test me
The only way your gonna catch me
Is if you mother fuckin arrest me
Test me, bless me, dress me,mother fucker try to mess with me
Your lil homie not gonna get shot
Bc the only thing running these blocks
Are the no fade underpaid white cops
You use to cap on my ways
You use to block all my plays
Now I’m rappin I’m not even phased
I’m so fuckin blazed
I saw that gaze
See you at the other side of my mind maze
Raisin my pays, doing my days, 2 knees with the praise,
no dab gonna slide hold up let me rephrase
I’m not balling with your ways
Your mane player be posing for displays
I’m lil bean
Fuck you mean
I’ve been livin my life with replays
How about we never go back to the old days
Damn that shit clapped
Hold on I’ll be right back
I’ve been miss treated
I’m a misfit
tagged with an omit
But miss me with my new drip
Makin big moves in my new whip
Sold some zip
Hmm nice rip
Gave a tip
Got some lip
*yells “warship”
Clever clever Fucker
Got me caught
Fuck her
I walk up to him like “yes sir”
Officer
Ur sirens
Sir
Is a mother fucken silence sir
I’m lil bean
Fuck you mean
I came up with the rakes
Counting them by stakes
The money I make speaks for itself
Spewing bars and rappin wealth
Push back self debt
Already drippin (wet)
Went around the track with my blacked out jet
Making fire beats (all set)
Using all my net
To get my first fuckin threat
I’m not gonna front didnt even sweat
All I said was fight me once you count my assets
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