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250 on me riding down the highway

I got the game wrapped around finger like bandaid

Color coded patek on wrist it hit like kool-aid

I'm a young eastside nigga what did you think

Did you think that I was dumb

bitch tu-che

I thought you was eater buy yo head game killan hayes

Why would they hate young nigga tryna get paid

Probably cause they sad in they life

ain't getting no pape

Minimum wage mindset so that's where you'll stay

I'm already selling out stadiums in my visions daily

I don't charge for feats right now

But i got nigga tryna pay me

I just want you to know that imma be the greatest

Never had to copy another nigga im not basic

Trendsetter big band getter I killed all the haters

They think the captains a good guy but i never been a savior

I had to grow up to be a player

I had to grow into my own man these niggas always hated

So I never let em stop me like a habitual mastabaiter

Ticking time bomb playing cool my thumb right by the detonator

Like some candy bitch do you want some dixk now or later

I be paranoid I'm hearing noise im clutching on my blade

We all know someone had got it good and never had to slave

Nigga crashed out over pussy just threw his life away

I'm cj stroud with the work if you tryna make a play

250 on me riding down the highway

I got the game wrapped around finger like bandaid

Color coded patek on wrist it hit like kool-aid

I'm a young eastside nigga what did you think

250 on me riding down the highway

I got the game wrapped around finger like bandaid

Color coded patek on wrist it hit like kool-aid

I'm a young eastside nigga what did you think

I can lay here and write for whole week

Beating down block banging smoove and krispy

I just fucked the free spirit out a hoe she was gypsy

Weezy when im up like champagne they gone miss me

Pulling strings puppet master like the muppets

Down up down she throwing ass in the truck fit

Love it when they lie i saw the future like trunks did

Sipping on this juice my worlds feeling kinda lucid