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I'm lit like a fire, even though it's getting cold

Can't take these niggas serious, cause all they do is troll

I wear the same shit everyday, like I ain't got no clothes

And I can't hang around that bitch ass nigga, he ain't got no pole

I'm still stuck up in that mode chasing cheese, getting dough

Give a fuck about a hoe

Why you stressing bout a bitch

When your motion getting slow

Better pay me what you owe

For your life won't be no more

I be with some real demon niggas that be snatching souls

Front your move you get exposed

Niggas don't live by the code

I was taught get in that jam

Stand tall, don't ever fold

Niggas ain't live it like that man these niggas real life hoes, and I knew that off the bat All these niggas do is cap

I can't hang around lil bro cause all he wanna do is catch hats and run that shit up off the trap

Told him there's more to life than that, I put my team on my back

I step back from rap, just so I could run up all these racks

These niggas be rats, they keep getting booked and coming back

Wipe him off the map, lil bronem out here giving head taps

If he try to run, hit him in his back, watch him collapse

Niggas sleep on me, I wake niggas up out of they naps

Point me to the safe, tell me where you stashed that money at

Niggas wanna race, I'm doing the dash on any track

Niggas gonna hate, probably cause they want they bitches back

They out here trying to make new opps but they ain't never get no get back

Brodie came in these bitch strap, so you better watch how you act

Please don't fuck with them cold6ers cause them niggas ain't got no rap

All they do is black

Niggas talk all this get money shit but they can't even pull out a rack

Pink 50s I like blue hunnits, my money mismatched