These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
I played to the left, they went to the right,
Still riding around with that blicky,
I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot,
so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
I'm going retarded He say I'm hard,
and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta,
I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the

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Get now(red key) I cannot mention my homies
'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep taking these pills,
when I'm in the trenches,
they say I be cappin' a lot
he got rich off the dope,
but I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who say
that they took down the city
but niggas be lackin' a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful,
You cannot come back around me,
you turned your back on me I cannot forget
they said that they caught you,
but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work,
they took your stick, you a bitch
Fuck my opps, they be on my dick,
(turn up) Only twenty-five, living like a boss,
ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid,
keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag,
but it's my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell,
I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could fuck with me,
And they know I'm the man
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us,
got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no stopping me
Three car garage, million dollar crib with
a foreign bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won't be shit,
well I guess they owe me apology
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math
I played to the left, they went to the right,
Still riding around with that blicky,
I hope they don't recatch me
Police had raided our spot
so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop,
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage,
We in Miami in the middle of the winter
and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta,
I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the