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Verse
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to
Grind like that to shine like this, in a matter of
Time I spent on some locked-up shit, in the back of the
Paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got shorty, she tryna bless me like I said "achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga, please, 'fore them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between of what we started
Lil' nigga, but I'm lion-hearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without a album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga (Ah)
Maybach Music
Hold up, wait a minute (Minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Woah)
When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo' my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped to my toast
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas try take my life, they fuck around, get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' thirty G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (Skrrt)
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' (Let's go)
We young niggas, we mobbin' (Mobbin'), like Batman and we're robbin' (Woah)
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like, "Real nigga, what up?"
Outro: Hzrn & Meek Mill
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Shit, it sounds like I'm barking
Woo
Woo!
Woo!
I used to pray for times like this to rhyme like this so I had to
Grind like this … like that [??] boy when he first touch that [??]
Had me feelin' like that [??] boy when he first touch that brick
Woo!
Oh I forgot the next line
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touch that brick, I'm gone
Woo!
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