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flow a bit irregular

But these shawties be calling me on my cellular

Phone, wanna run me dome, saying come over to my home

Never once have I thought what I was doing was wrong,

In any way or any fashion

Truth be told though, pussy the biggest distraction

I'm missing out on transactions, money making action

Wanna live like Michael Jackson, in a mansion

Success is the only thing giving me satisfaction

Whipping it in a rarri, while niggas is station wagons

I just wanna know I'm doing better than the rest

I just wanna know that I'll forever be the best

 

Mm yeah, yeah, mm that's how it is

Bombshell wife, A nice house with two kids

The grind to become the greatest is always paying off

I'm grinding to be the greatest and no I won't ever stop

 

Ugh yeah, and keep your middle finger up

Cause tuck them niggas who always just Trina put you down

They don't wanna see you fly they hate to see you soar

They try to bring six feet under the fucking ground

 

Mm yeah this cycle never be stopping

Niggas getting jealous soon somebody gone get popped and

Dead on the streets, press gone pretend their shocked and

The same niggas who ain't doing shit were the ones who shot him

 

It's really something to cry about this kid could've gone into the big leagues

With bigger dreams and big screens behind the scenes

He's on a killing spree arrows to many knees, what a g, puffing tree

Can't you see, an emcee spitting some first degree

At his age people starting to earn degrees

At his age, their in the NBA bashing threes

Being told that he's an adult and that he's not a little kid

Tell him atop being immature and told him to quit this rap shit