One thing these niggas can never ride from me, is that spotlight
Nigga, I'ma show him regardless
Gangsta, crazy, from who?
Yeah, I'm a shooter and a rapper just like Soulja Slim
Free Larello, that's my cutty like we Kobe Kent
Pull up shiny, got them hoes like there he go again
Curse you, caught a case and got right out and then he told again
Heard them niggas robbing who, I'm like, I'm trial up
Ain't no more switches in the streets, that's cause we buy them up
* being friendly with these rappers, we really fight * up
Dog was playing roles until I up, he die for nothing
Richest nigga round my way, I really finished *
Only nigga made it out and still be in this bitch
Left the club with all my ice up like a blizzard hit
Took a A4 roll right out the stash, stuffed the glitz in
Niggas riding 580s, that's for baby mamas
Maybach raped ghosts in bed, I had two crazy summers
This ain't nil, I got ain't *, I'm bout to save a hun
My nephew caught a case, they dropped the charge soon as we paid the lawyer
* the niggas, I'ma show him regardless
I look like ring cards that I don't care about
Don't really post, so they don't know bout all my weird bops
You remember me, right off the horn, I had the syrup house
Got that petty ass jewelry round your neck, that * embarrass us
Put new forges on my Rover and my double lock
I make music, but be flexing like I'm selling doors
Don't never listen to them songs, them boys ain't dead at all
How you look yourself up in the mirror after you tell the law
I'm that nigga that was taking trips with pints of syrup
I'm that nigga that keep counting meals and ice and jewelry
You in the streets, go buy some drinks, I'ma show you
I turn it, that's the right insurance
Fell a lot of times, but I keep bouncing back like Michael Curry
Yates the Brazil
There's more robbers in the rap game than the streets
They'll take your * and smile on your face
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