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Blunt lit

I'm getting faded

Money chasing

All day it's for the paper

Benny franklin

All talk but ion hear them

What they saying

Walk off for I air it

Never playing

Forever staying in the trenches

With them members who stay ready

For whatever and whenever

I'm jus getting better

Aim high

Hit them from the neck up

Stage 5 I'm on another level

Need rolly with a bezel

So I'm outside focused on the cheddar

Told Brody that we in this shit forever

Yea we locked in

Corner store trapping all this work out the bodega

I've been on the road tryna get my bread up

Keep your head up when you drowning

Joey got drip like a fountain

Made a couple thou off these ounces

Really do be wyling

Really know some bloods out in Bompton

Joey really stepping with some monsters

So let's not have problem

Cause we gonna get it popping like some bacon

Or popping like a pimple

It ain't simple

I gotta shooters that'll pop you in the dimple

And your chin too

Feed you to the sharks cause you fish food

Get moved

Joey stay sharp like a Ginsu

Put a red dot on your head like Hindu

Can't walk what I've been thru

Bitches playing games with my mental

I jus popped a bean not a sensu

Jus hit me for a menu

Yea im chasing money til my feet hurt

If I miss the shot I hit reverse

Fell a couple times yea

Still I landed feet first

Hustle every night

Til I'm dead and I eat dirt

Feel like this the rebirth

Hit my line if you need work

New pack in

I'm taxing

What the trees worth

Getting racks in

Average

I have never been

The assassin

Cashed in

Off of every hit

Bitch

Joey been a menace

For the lettuce

All the broke times

I won't forget it

I was on the frontline

Playing with the villains

And if you ever touch mine

Blood ima spill it

I'm coming for the digits

I'm switching up my lyrics

I was broke as fuck now my life a little different

Now I'm counting up my riches

Got 1000 other bitches

I was never mentioned

Now my name in every sentence

Fuck you niggas talking about huh

I been outside wit it

All about my chicken like Popeyes nigga

Smoking on more spinach then Popeye nigga

40 with a beam leave you cock eyed nigga

Keep 223s and 556s

Got a main bitch and side bitch and a mistress

Everyday I gotta get it like sutn is missing

If you can't stand the heat gtfo the kitchen

Huh

I'm chasing money til my feet hurt

If I miss a shot I'll hit reverse

Fell a couple times

Yea shit I landed feet first

Hustle every night til I'm dead and I eat dirt