[Intro]
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Yo, uh

[Verse]
N***as say they nice, but don't shake shit up like the Butch'
I got a movie deal, but chillin 'cause my real life like a book
Loose steel knife with a jux, so don't be that life that I took
And next time you sneak diss, just pay me, I'll write the hook, n***a
Now look who the bread earner, the east side Ted Turner
In this business, it's best to stay out your feelings to advance further
Can't shake the bitch, I told her
I get the neck, but I can't serve ya
Shе not my type but, her pops the connеct so, I can't curve her
Before a bullet wound there was shit that prominently hurt me
In a wheelchair, it was hard to smile on my 36th birthday
Bein' honest, this could be karma I prolly deserve in the first place
The shit I thinkin' about in the jet that's landin' in Burbank
Fuck rap, we’d be back pluggin whole units the worse case
These jewels on my shirt say "bitch come here, I don't skirt chase"
Pulled us over, and that was my fourth felony, serial
We got a warnin', I be in Louisburg right now when they search me
Locked in wit' plugs so I know that shit y'all coppin' no good
They get the drop, I'm the type to send fiends to shop in yo hood
I'm like '95 KG n***a, I'm wit' the wolves
But me and City, Mike and Pippen 'fore Rodman got to the Bulls
Uh, before we talk paper, let's make a simple assessment
My little crypto investment was prolly triple yo' necklace
On this episode of Flavor of Love, yo' bitch a contestant
She don't ever suck dick the first night, this an exception
Hide the paper someone's safe or place them dicks won't expect it
Then calculate how long it's gon' take to get to yo' weapon
No love songs, I keep it gangsta 24/7
You cryin' ass rappers', labels should send y'all n***as to Ellen
And yo boyfriend holla at you, wait chill chill, gimme one second (nah)
Y'all n***as like hoes, we can talk when y'all done beggin'
Now, let's talk about the shit I did to become legend
'Cause the money not enough no more, I want credit
[Outro]
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